TEQUILA + YOUR BEST FRIEND + YOUR BEDROOM = UM. WHOOPSIE?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 …
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…
What bring friends together and makes tap, tap, squirt a household phrase?
“Te. Fucking. Quila.”(That’s a direct quote, FYI)
I still can’t get tap, tap, squirt out of my head. Emma Hart made it a visual aid I can never undo. Even if Luke is the hottest guy ever (and he is), it’s so hard to overcome…(sorry snickering like a 14 year old boy).
It’s never been so much fun to experience all the awkward this book entails. Never thought it would be so much fun to experience the painfully terrible act that sets this whole book into motion. Lol. Tap, tap, squirt.
I can’t stop snickering. Not even if Abuelita were chasing me with la chancla! This zany cast of characters will have you smitten or running scared. There’s no stopping this crazy train and I wouldn’t have it any other way!
Reviewed for Sweet Spot Sisterhood