He’s my greatest friend. He’s a player . And now, he desires me in his bed.

Charlie Hartley may be the thing that addictions are constructed of. At least that’s what I’ve heard from the parade of eager women who’ve been through his bedroom’s revolving door. Brash and unapologetic, tattooed and insanely attractive. I’m sure there’s a Charlie Addicts Anonymous meeting taking place somewhere in the great state of Illinois as we speak.

I’ve become really good at keeping him at arm’s duration and keeping my about Play Boy: A NEGATIVE Boy Friends-to-Lovers Romance silly crush in order. After all, it’s a skill I’ve been perfecting because the first-time he stood up to a bully for me personally back the 8th grade.

However when he presents to escort me to my 83-year-old grandmother’s wedding, I start to see him in a fresh light. Maybe there’s even more to him than that smoking hot body and the ones playful, flirtatious eye.

Now, we’re developing nearer, crossing lines, shattering boundaries. I’ve strutted out of the friend zone and directly into his bed. But that’s properly fine because I’m a hardcore girl. I could manage a juvenile, little crush. And there’s no chance a man like Charlie will start catching feelings for me.

One drunken nights hot sex won’t switch our friendship . . . Does it?

Contains mature themes.