This is the first book I have written with another person. We were brainstorming about shared experiences and we both had crushes on the boy next door. We wondered.... what if?
She's the closest thing I ever had to a sister
Our parents are best friends and neighbors.
We were raised together. But one look at her body in the window and I'm hard.
How did I never see her this way before?
Too bad she's forbidden fruit.
She doesn't deserve to be in my trail of one and done women.
Plus it would ruin 25 years of friendship between our parents.
But my body craves her.
The longer she stands in the window, the less I'm able to resist.
Before I leave, I'll give her a few good nights she'll never forget.