Color me surprised when my best friend from high school—Red—walks through the door of my family's auto body shop, eats me up with his eyes, and slips a little foil packet into my back pocket. It's been years since we last spoke, but the moment I see him, it's like we're back in high school, sneaking off behind the bleachers to fool around.

But you know what the kicker is? I'm not interested in guys. It’s just that there’s something about Red that makes it impossible to keep my hands to myself. Something that burned me up from the inside back then, and that has me all fired up now.

Because damn, has Red grown up hot.

And my straight ass is feeling the heat.