Tequila Tequila

Tequila Tequila

<b> TEQUILA + YOUR BEST FRIEND + YOUR BEDROOM = UM. WHOOPSIE?</b><br /><br />Don't sleep with your best friend.<br />Take it from me. I did it. And it was <i>awful</i>.<br /><b>I-wish-the-tequila-made-me-forget</b> kind of bad. <div><br />The problem is, Luke <i>has</i> forgotten. He swears that he can't remember a thing about that night beyond the trays of tequila shots being set on the tables.   </div><div>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.<br /><i>Awkward. Embarrassing.</i> And the new subject of a couple of dirty lucid dreams.<br />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. </div><div><br />Which makes the tequila on my birthday a very, <i>very</i> bad idea... </div>