An ​interconnected STANDALONE friends-to-lovers romance.Guys like Tucker Moore didn't date girls like me.He had boring ol' washboard abs that looked like they were sculpted by the Gods, and I had more curves than a backroad in a country song.He could charm the panties off anyone he wanted, but I preferred to interact with my latest literary best friends.He was my next-door neighbor, and the definition a bad idea.I had no business thinking about him while I slid my hand up my own skirt to push the only buttons he had left untouched.The only sliding I should have been doing was straight into the friend-zone.Which I did, faster than he could say „Just friends.”It didn't matter that he spent more time in my apartment than his own or that he smiled at me in a way that made my stomach flip.That was just Tucker.And he was becoming my best friend.Which made him completely off-limits.But a weekend away and a bag packed so full I couldn't fit my logic were our downfall.We were going to screw everything up, and I would be the one left Bottoms Up.