When friends become lovers, is their relationship screwed?
When I told my friend Will that I was done with dating, he looked at me like I’d decided to give up oxygen.
I’m not the first college princess to swear off kissing frogs, and just because we have a biology lab together doesn’t mean that he’s an expert on the birds and the bees, except… he’s given me a challenge—a friendly wager, so to speak, and a thousand bucks is on the line.
All I have to do is prove that he doesn’t affect me. Ha! Easy money, right?
Only I didn’t count on what it costs me to resist his panty-dropping smirk, dirty promises, and the way he gets inside my head. Giving up oxygen might have been easier, after all.
We’re both playing to win, but at what cost?