I woke up with her soft body curled against mine.

Hazel’s head was on my chest, one leg thrown over my hip, her bare tits pressed warm against my side. Soft morning light slipped through the curtains and caught in her hair. She looked so peaceful—lips slightly parted, lashes dark against her cheeks, the faintest little smile still on her mouth like she was dreaming something filthy. Something about the quiet rise and fall of her breathing made my chest tighten in a way I didn’t want to name.

Fuck.

I hoped to God I wasn’t falling for my best friend’s daughter.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I reached...