How To Seduce Your Best Friend (Without Dying Inside)

I didn’t mean to fall for him.



It started like always—late-night games, ramen, me in his hoodie, him stealing my fries.

Then we tripped, kissed by accident, and laughed it off like it was nothing.



But that’s when it hit me.

I want him.

Badly.



His name’s Jogo.

Tall. Soft-eyed. Sweet to a fault.

He says things like “let me walk you home” and has no clue he’s driving me insane.



So I made a plan:

Smaller tank tops. Closer cuddles. Flirty one-liners that toe the line.

And maybe… accidentally flash too much thigh now and then.



He’s noticing. The long stares, the nervous gulps.

But he still won’t touch me.

Still calls me dude like I’m not falling apart inside.





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This isn’t just about sex.

It’s the ache of almost, the tension thick enough to cut.

I don’t want to ruin what we have—but I also can’t keep pretending I don’t want more.



Can you seduce your best friend…

without breaking your own heart?





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This is my story.

Messy. Hot. Painfully slow-burn.

And I’m going all in—tank tops, thigh flashes, and all.



Wish me luck.

Or just bring wine.