From the Inside Flap
Zack kissed her forehead. A friendly peck. One you mightplant on your mom to wish her happy birthday. At least, that's what he'dintended. With Heather standing so close, and the warmth of her skin on hislips, and her scent filling his lungs, he wanted more.
He slid both arms around her and dipped his head,before his brain clicked in and he realized what a stupid move it would be.
They were buddies. End of story. And she was toomessed up right now for him to confuse the situation. She'd responded to hishug. Might even kiss him back. Maybe fall into bed with him, as she had thatnight a year ago--seeking pleasure from a man's touch, instead of the usualtorture.
But it was wrong. She wasn't ready. Mentally, hekicked himself for even thinking about it. For needing it so bad.