My Best Friend's Body Heat

Sharing a sleeping bag is bad enough when it’s not with your gorgeous, half-dressed, best friend who can’t keep his hands to himself.

The whole reason I planned this disastrous camping trip was for us to get closer—but this has to be some cruel cosmic joke, because now we are much, much too close and my body likes this way too much.

Maybe if he weren’t such an unbearable tease I’d be able to calm down, but this unapologetic flirt just can’t seem to help himself.

This is a dangerous game to play for two straight guys, but I don’t know how to stop myself.

I need him—need more, and if keeps pushing me like this I might just snap, and then he’ll be the one pinned on his back until he’s just as desperate and needy for me as I am for him.