Kristen Cortland has an enemy, and his name is Carter Morrison. He's your typical athletic hottie star quarterback of the football team, but he's also a raging jerk, yet everyone loves him, and Kristen just doesn't see it. Oh yeah, Carter just so happens to be Kristen's older brother Brendan's best friend. Funny how it works out like that, right? What happens when Kristen sees a whole different side of Carter she didn't know existed? Does she regret calling him a jerk? Is she going a little crazy because she feels herself slipping into the "a little infatuated with Carter Morrison" category? Does she even remember what she had for breakfast? Oh well, one thing she is sure of, jerk or not, he's still a sex god.

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP