Don’t sleep with your best friend.
Take it from me. I did it. And it was awful.
I-wish-the-tequila-made-me-forget kind of bad.
The problem is, Luke has forgotten. He swears that he can’t remember a thing about that night beyond the trays of tequila shots being set on the tables.
Except I can’t forget. I can’t forget how good his hands felt until I fell over and hit my hip on the dresser, and I sure as hell can’t forget the entire two minutes of tap-tap-squirt.
Awkward. Embarrassing. And the new subject of a couple of dirty lucid dreams.
But I have no intention of telling him what we did. Nothing good comes from telling your best friend he’s the worst guy you’ve ever slept with.
Which makes the tequila on my birthday a very, very bad idea…
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One drunken night. One awkward encounter. With her latest release, Tequila Tequila, Emma Hart brings in a fiery yet doused with a slow burn friends-to-lovers story. I’m weak for this kind of trope and so as expected I breezed through reading this book. Especially with that first chapter. It’s just one of those chapters wherein I know I have to keep going even though it will pain me (lol) to know what will happen to Luke and Aspen and how they’re going to move from such an awkward life event. Awkward yet entertaining for us, readers, and oh the secondhand embarrassment you’ll get from these two.
“Every day, every time I looked at Luke, it seemed like I had a reason to look at him in a new light, and looking at him as anything other than my best friend felt weird. Not wrong, but weird.”