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BOTTOMS UP
GUYS LIKE TUCKER MOORE DIDN'T DATE GIRLS LIKE ME.
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HE HAD BORING OL' WASHBOARD ABS THAT LOOKED LIKE THEY WERE SCULPTED BY THE GODS, AND I HAD MORE CURVES THAN A BACKROAD IN A COUNTRY SONG.
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HE COULD CHARM THE PANTIES OFF ANYONE HE WANTED, BUT I PREFERRED TO INTERACT WITH MY LATEST LITERARY BEST FRIENDS.
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HE WAS MY NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR AND THE DEFINITION OF A BAD IDEA.
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I HAD NO BUSINESS THINKING ABOUT HIM WHOLE I SLID MY HAND UP MY OWN SKIRT TO PUSH THE ONLY BUTTONS HE HAD LEFT UNTOUCHED.
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THE ONLY SLIDING I SHOULD HAVE BEEN DOING WAS STRAIGHT INTO THE FRIEND-ZONE.
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WHICH I DID, FASTER THAN HE COULD SAY "JUST FRIENDS."
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IT DIDN'T MATTER THAT HE SPENT MORE TIME IN MY APARTMENT THAN HIS OWN OR THAT HE SMILED AT ME IN A WAY THAT MADE MY STOMACH FLIP.
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THAT WAS JUST TUCKER.
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AND HE WAS BECOMING MY BEST FRIEND.
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WHICH MADE HIM COMPLETELY OFF-LIMITS.
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BUT A WEEKEND AWAY AND A BAG PACKED SO FULL I COULDN'T FIT MY LOGIC WERE OUR DOWNFALL.
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WE WERE GOING TO SCREW EVERYTHING UP, AND I WOULD BE THE ONE LEFT BOTTOMS UP.
BOTTOMS UP
GUYS LIKE TUCKER MOORE DIDN'T DATE GIRLS LIKE ME.
​
HE HAD BORING OL' WASHBOARD ABS THAT LOOKED LIKE THEY WERE SCULPTED BY THE GODS, AND I HAD MORE CURVES THAN A BACKROAD IN A COUNTRY SONG.
​
HE COULD CHARM THE PANTIES OFF ANYONE HE WANTED, BUT I PREFERRED TO INTERACT WITH MY LATEST LITERARY BEST FRIENDS.
​
HE WAS MY NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR AND THE DEFINITION OF A BAD IDEA.
​
I HAD NO BUSINESS THINKING ABOUT HIM WHOLE I SLID MY HAND UP MY OWN SKIRT TO PUSH THE ONLY BUTTONS HE HAD LEFT UNTOUCHED.
​
THE ONLY SLIDING I SHOULD HAVE BEEN DOING WAS STRAIGHT INTO THE FRIEND-ZONE.
​
WHICH I DID, FASTER THAN HE COULD SAY "JUST FRIENDS."
​
IT DIDN'T MATTER THAT HE SPENT MORE TIME IN MY APARTMENT THAN HIS OWN OR THAT HE SMILED AT ME IN A WAY THAT MADE MY STOMACH FLIP.
​
THAT WAS JUST TUCKER.
​
AND HE WAS BECOMING MY BEST FRIEND.
​
WHICH MADE HIM COMPLETELY OFF-LIMITS.
​
BUT A WEEKEND AWAY AND A BAG PACKED SO FULL I COULDN'T FIT MY LOGIC WERE OUR DOWNFALL.
​
WE WERE GOING TO SCREW EVERYTHING UP, AND I WOULD BE THE ONE LEFT BOTTOMS UP.
BOTTOMS UP
GUYS LIKE TUCKER MOORE DIDN'T DATE GIRLS LIKE ME.
​
HE HAD BORING OL' WASHBOARD ABS THAT LOOKED LIKE THEY WERE SCULPTED BY THE GODS, AND I HAD MORE CURVES THAN A BACKROAD IN A COUNTRY SONG.
​
HE COULD CHARM THE PANTIES OFF ANYONE HE WANTED, BUT I PREFERRED TO INTERACT WITH MY LATEST LITERARY BEST FRIENDS.
​
HE WAS MY NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR AND THE DEFINITION OF A BAD IDEA.
​
I HAD NO BUSINESS THINKING ABOUT HIM WHOLE I SLID MY HAND UP MY OWN SKIRT TO PUSH THE ONLY BUTTONS HE HAD LEFT UNTOUCHED.
​
THE ONLY SLIDING I SHOULD HAVE BEEN DOING WAS STRAIGHT INTO THE FRIEND-ZONE.
​
WHICH I DID, FASTER THAN HE COULD SAY "JUST FRIENDS."
​
IT DIDN'T MATTER THAT HE SPENT MORE TIME IN MY APARTMENT THAN HIS OWN OR THAT HE SMILED AT ME IN A WAY THAT MADE MY STOMACH FLIP.
​
THAT WAS JUST TUCKER.
​
AND HE WAS BECOMING MY BEST FRIEND.
​
WHICH MADE HIM COMPLETELY OFF-LIMITS.
​
BUT A WEEKEND AWAY AND A BAG PACKED SO FULL I COULDN'T FIT MY LOGIC WERE OUR DOWNFALL.
​
WE WERE GOING TO SCREW EVERYTHING UP, AND I WOULD BE THE ONE LEFT BOTTOMS UP.
BOTTOMS UP
GUYS LIKE TUCKER MOORE DIDN'T DATE GIRLS LIKE ME.
​
HE HAD BORING OL' WASHBOARD ABS THAT LOOKED LIKE THEY WERE SCULPTED BY THE GODS, AND I HAD MORE CURVES THAN A BACKROAD IN A COUNTRY SONG.
​
HE COULD CHARM THE PANTIES OFF ANYONE HE WANTED, BUT I PREFERRED TO INTERACT WITH MY LATEST LITERARY BEST FRIENDS.
​
HE WAS MY NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR AND THE DEFINITION OF A BAD IDEA.
​
I HAD NO BUSINESS THINKING ABOUT HIM WHOLE I SLID MY HAND UP MY OWN SKIRT TO PUSH THE ONLY BUTTONS HE HAD LEFT UNTOUCHED.
​
THE ONLY SLIDING I SHOULD HAVE BEEN DOING WAS STRAIGHT INTO THE FRIEND-ZONE.
​
WHICH I DID, FASTER THAN HE COULD SAY "JUST FRIENDS."
​
IT DIDN'T MATTER THAT HE SPENT MORE TIME IN MY APARTMENT THAN HIS OWN OR THAT HE SMILED AT ME IN A WAY THAT MADE MY STOMACH FLIP.
​
THAT WAS JUST TUCKER.
​
AND HE WAS BECOMING MY BEST FRIEND.
​
WHICH MADE HIM COMPLETELY OFF-LIMITS.
​
BUT A WEEKEND AWAY AND A BAG PACKED SO FULL I COULDN'T FIT MY LOGIC WERE OUR DOWNFALL.
​
WE WERE GOING TO SCREW EVERYTHING UP, AND I WOULD BE THE ONE LEFT BOTTOMS UP.
BOTTOMS UP
GUYS LIKE TUCKER MOORE DIDN'T DATE GIRLS LIKE ME.
​
HE HAD BORING OL' WASHBOARD ABS THAT LOOKED LIKE THEY WERE SCULPTED BY THE GODS, AND I HAD MORE CURVES THAN A BACKROAD IN A COUNTRY SONG.
​
HE COULD CHARM THE PANTIES OFF ANYONE HE WANTED, BUT I PREFERRED TO INTERACT WITH MY LATEST LITERARY BEST FRIENDS.
​
HE WAS MY NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR AND THE DEFINITION OF A BAD IDEA.
​
I HAD NO BUSINESS THINKING ABOUT HIM WHOLE I SLID MY HAND UP MY OWN SKIRT TO PUSH THE ONLY BUTTONS HE HAD LEFT UNTOUCHED.
​
THE ONLY SLIDING I SHOULD HAVE BEEN DOING WAS STRAIGHT INTO THE FRIEND-ZONE.
​
WHICH I DID, FASTER THAN HE COULD SAY "JUST FRIENDS."
​
IT DIDN'T MATTER THAT HE SPENT MORE TIME IN MY APARTMENT THAN HIS OWN OR THAT HE SMILED AT ME IN A WAY THAT MADE MY STOMACH FLIP.
​
THAT WAS JUST TUCKER.
​
AND HE WAS BECOMING MY BEST FRIEND.
​
WHICH MADE HIM COMPLETELY OFF-LIMITS.
​
BUT A WEEKEND AWAY AND A BAG PACKED SO FULL I COULDN'T FIT MY LOGIC WERE OUR DOWNFALL.
​
WE WERE GOING TO SCREW EVERYTHING UP, AND I WOULD BE THE ONE LEFT BOTTOMS UP.
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THE GooD GiRLS SERiES
IT WAS A BAD IDEA FROM THE BEGINNING.
HE WAS MY BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND AND THE DEFINITION OF UNAVAILABLE.
BUT I DIDN'T CARE. I HAD LOVED HIM FOR AS LONG AS I COULD REMEMBER.
HE WAS WORTH THE RISK. HE WAS WORTH EVERYTHING.
BUT THEN HE BROKE MY HEART AS EASILY AS I FELL FOR HIM.
HE WATCHED ME FALL, SPIRALING OUT OF CONTROL, AND AS I REACHED FOR HIM, HE WASN'T THERE TO CATCH ME.
SO I RAN.
FOUR YEARS LATER, I NEVER EXPECTED TO SEE HIM AGAIN.
HE WAS STILL MY BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND, AND HE WAS MORE UNAVAILABLE THAN EVER.
HE LOOKED EVERY BIT THE BAD BOY I KNEW HE WAS, COVERED IN TATTOOS AND A CROOKED SMILE.
GUARDING MY HEART FROM HIM WAS TOP PRIORITY BECAUSE PARKER JAMES WAS WHERE GOOD GIRLS GO TO DIE.
UNFORTUNATELY FOR HIM, I WASN'T A GOOD GIRL ANYMORE.
NOTHING GOOD CAME FROM LISTENING TO MY HEART.
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IT WAS CARELESS AND IRRATIONAL AND BECAME WAY TOO INVESTED WHEN I READ A ROMANCE NOVEL.
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SO I PUT HER UNDER LOCK AND KEY.
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I ONLY HAD A FEW RULES, AND I ALWAYS STUCK WITH THEM.
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1. NEVER GET ATTACHED.
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2. ALWAYS RUN BEFORE THE FEELS BECOME CONTAGIOUS.
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3. NO MATTER WHAT, UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES, NEVER FALL IN LOVE.
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HE WAS A PLAYBOY WHO RAN BY THE SAME SET OF RULES.
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WHAT WE HAD TOGETHER WAS FUN, IT WAS HOT, AND IT WAS TEMPORARY.
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UNTIL HE SCREWED EVERYTHING UP.
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WE WERE NEVER MEANT TO BE EACH OTHER'S HAPPILY EVER AFTER, BUT THE HARDER I TRIED TO PUSH HIM AWAY, THE FURTHER I FELL.
I ATE LEFTOVER CUPCAKES AND CRACKED MACARONS FOR BREAKFAST.
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I WAS NINETY PERCENT SURE HE SIMPLY ATE UP GIRLS LIKE ME.
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I WAS COVERED IN PAINT SPLATTERS, CAKE BATTER, AND SWEAT THE FIRST TIME I MET HIM.
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HE WAS COVERED IN BADASS TATTOOS AND A SMILE THAT SEEMED TO HOLD A SECRET I WOULD NEVER FIGURE OUT.
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RULE NUMBER 1 WAS NEVER, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, FALL FOR THE MAN WHO I WROTE MY LEASE CHECK TO.
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SO, I TUCKED HIM AWAY IN THE "FANTASIZE ONLY" COMPARTMENT OF MY BRAIN AND CALLED IT A DAY.
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BUT HE DIDN'T MAKE IT EASY.
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HE WAS ARROGANT, FUNNY, AND THE BIGGEST FLIRT I HAD EVER MET.
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MOST OF THE TIME, I DIDN'T KNOW IF I WAS JUST A GAME TO HIM.
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IF I DIDN'T KNOW BETTER, I'D SAY HE WAS ON A MISSION TO RUIN MY LIFE.
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AND MAYBE MY HEART, TOO.
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