Recommended By Marissa
Recommended By Marissa
This was my first romance by RS Grey and not my last. There are whole sections I highlighted because they were so funny. And I loved that this wasn’t a typical friends-to-lovers romance. It was a little slow-burn for the majority because Ian wouldn’t give in to the chemistry right away. Reading Ian and Sam’s banter as best friends morph into sexy talk was hilarious, especially when they were trying to hide their new relationship from most everyone.
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"Everyone at school wants you," she whispered, eyes wide. "You're mine and you don't even know it. I've never told you."
I'm a guy who's in love with his best friend, a woman who seems to eat her cake but also keep it in a hermetically sealed cryopreservation tank for all eternity.
If I had a weapon within reach, she'd be dead and I'd be facing life in prison, but no worries - I'd hire NPR to do a podcast about me. They'd unveil my passionate love for Ian and the audience would feel bad that he didn't go down on me last night. They'd deem the murder a crime of passion and demand a retrial. The judge would overturn the conviction on an arcane cunnilingus law and I'd end up walking free in no time.
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“Oh my god. Who is that?”
I get asked this question a lot.
“Oh him?” I reply. “That’s just Ian.”
Just Ian is the biggest understatement of the century. Just the Mona Lisa. Just the Taj Mahal. Just Ian, with his boring ol’ washboard abs and dime-a-dozen dimpled smile.
Just Ian is…just my best friend.
We’re extremely close, stuck so deep inside a Jim-and-Pam-style friendzone everyone at work assumes we’re a couple—that is until one day, word spreads through the teacher’s lounge that he’s single. Fair game. Suddenly, it’s open season on Ian.
He should be reveling in all the newfound attention, but to our mutual surprise, the only attention he seems to want is mine.
He’s turning our formerly innocent nightly chats into X-rated phone calls. Our playful banter sports a new, dangerous edge.
I want to assume he’s playing a prank on me, just pushing my buttons like always—but when Ian lifts me onto the desk in my classroom and slides his hands up my skirt, he doesn’t leave a lot of room for confusion.
I’m a little scared of things going south, of losing my best friend because I can’t keep my hands to myself. So, I’m just going to back away and not return this earth-shattering kiss—oh who am I kidding?!
Goodbye Ian, ol’ buddy, ol’ pal!
Helloooo mister not so nice guy.