Fine, Dork

Kinley:
I enjoy sex. Get over it. Are we living in the dark ages, people? I swear I’m going to murder the next person that calls me Kinky Kinley. I’m thrilled with my life choices, except for when I see the look on J’s face. I care what he thinks, probably too much. My adorable, nerdy, sexy best friend means the world to me. He’s my happy place and my safe place and everything real in my life. Could he ever see me as more than just his hot-mess childhood buddy? No, right? That’s crazy talk.

Jaxon:
Focus. Work hard. Don’t fall in love with Kinley again. It seems pretty simple, right? But my gorgeous, warm, funny best friend draws me in every damn time. I don’t have a shot with her, and I never have. I’m her boring dork, and she dates hot, muscled assholes—so many of them. I need to stay in my lane and focus on the women I actually have a chance with, and I definitely shouldn’t sleep in K’s bed when she invites me to hang with her in Hawaii. That would just be asking to have my heart shredded.