My phone vibrates, rattling from one end of my bedside table to the other. I always wake up early when I’d rather sleep in. When I wake up in the morning, I no longer want Paul to know how I feel about him. My eyelids grow heavy and before I know it, I’m drooling on my pillow and dreaming I’m being chased by fried eggs with a spatula-I have weird-ass dreams after I’ve been drinking. I think about sending another, saying, “just kidding!” or telling him I’d sent that to the wrong person, but part of me is glad it’s out there.

When I finally make it back to my apartment at three in the morning, I stay up as long as I can, trying to finish reading the paperback I started three months ago while I wait for him to text back. I guess us fucking idiots are on our own. For an hour I literally do just that: Google ‘how to un-send a text’. In the closet, I sit among the coats and sports equipment, wondering how the hell I can undo this. I stumble to the closest closet, kicking at beer cans and stubbing my toe on a keg. Right now, I just need a place to disappear. I want to go home, but I came with Emily and don’t have enough cash on me to call a cab. Like she hadn’t just ruined my life with a touch of a finger. Turning away, she goes back to her game like it was nothing. “You’ve been talking about hooking up with Paul for years now. The text is there, right under his last text to me several months ago, congratulating me on getting my own apartment.Įmily rolls her eyes and tosses her blond ponytail over her shoulder. I stare at my phone, mouth breathing, hoping she hit the wrong button, but no. “What the fuck?” I can be heard over the music and everyone turns to gawk in the hopes of a cat fight. 'synopsis' may belong to another edition of this title.“Emily!” I yell, jabbing at the screen, trying to get the words back somehow. Happily Ever Afters are always better when they're a little dirty, so if you're looking for a romance that will make you feel naughty in all the right places, jump right in and leave your panties at the door!

Penny Wylder writes just that - wild romances. How can we keep what we've done a secret? That might have worked.until he got me pregnant.

Too bad my father will kill him if he finds out. I'm crazy for this guy - and he's obsessed with me. Our fling shouldn't have even begun but now that it has, I don't want it to stop. Flirting with him and trying to get in his pants the night of my 21st birthday party was definitely worse.īut can you blame me? I hadn't seen the guy in years and he comes back looking hotter than ever. He was my dad's best friend - and my first crush.įalling for him was bad.

Her Dad's Friend by Penny Wylder