About THE HAZARDS OF SLEEPING WITH A FRIEND:
Warning: Sleeping with a friend might change your life forever.
Sleeping with Kyle was never in the plans. Pretending to be his girlfriend was one thing, but letting our relationship become anything but platonic was another. The problem with mixing friendship with sex is that inevitably feelings get involved, and when that happens there’s no turning back.
When Kyle’s life fell apart around him, I needed to help, but doing that meant opening myself up to the most terrifying thing in the world—falling in love.
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He stopped right out front. “This is going to sound absolutely crazy, but I need you to agree anyway.”
“Okay.” I watched him with interest. Kyle wasn’t the type to call any of his ideas crazy. He was more likely to proclaim them as wonderful.
“If you’re ever going to seriously consider trying out the random sex thing, call me first.”
My mouth fell open. “Uh, you didn’t just say that.”
“I’m just saying I’d rather my best host not die or get badly hurt after she decides to hook up with a random guy.”
“Oh yeah? Worried about your radio station?”
“And a friend.”
“Haven’t you heard about the hazards of sleeping with a friend?” My heart was beating a mile a minute. Had Kyle offered to have sex with me? He must have had more to drink than I thought.
“They’re no worse than hooking up with a random psychopath. Or a drummer,” he mumbled.
“Nothing.” He looked down.
“Nuh uh, I heard you. You think I was talking about having sex with Len?” Kyle made no secret of his distaste of the guy.
“He does flirt with you every chance he gets, even when he’s across the country.”
“And that means I want to sleep with him?” Admittedly I’d had a mega crush on Len Denton, drummer of Chance of a Lifetime, but if my friendship with him had taught me anything, it was that I definitely didn’t want to sleep with him. I’d have chosen Kyle for that role ten times over.
Kyle shrugged. “Just saying, I think I’d be a better choice.”
“So what am I supposed to be agreeing to then? I’ll call you if I get horny next time instead of hooking up with someone random?”
“It sounds so much worse when you say it that way.”
“Because it is that bad.” I still didn’t know if he was actually serious. The offer was so unlike Kyle I doubted it could be.
“Fine. I was just offering.” He shoved his hands in his pockets.
“You were offering your sexual services. Got it.” I smiled. Joke or not, I had to give him a hard time about it.
“That sounds even worse.”
I put a hand on my hip. “Shall we say goodnight before it gets any worse?”
“Forget I said anything.”
“I will. After I tell all my friends.” I grinned. Teasing Kyle came so naturally.
Alyssa Rose Ivy is a New Adult and Young Adult author who loves to weave stories with romance and a southern setting. Although raised in the New York area, she fell in love with the South after moving to New Orleans for college. After years as a perpetual student, she turned back to her creative side and decided to write. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and two young children, and she can usually be found with a cup of coffee in her hand.