Moving into Jon Bernthal's apartment was supposed to make my life easier. He had an empty room. I needed somewhere to live. And after five years of knowing him as one of my father's closest friends, sharing a roof with him hardly seemed like something worth worrying about. Until familiarity begins to feel a little too intimate. Suddenly, the man I've never thought twice about becomes increasingly difficult not to think about at all, and the boundaries that once seemed obvious start becoming dangerously easy to forget. Some boundaries are easy to respect. Until you start wondering what it would feel like to cross them. *** [ +18 | STORY CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT! READ AT OWN RISK ] ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @INKEDCHERRY

Sloane was supposed to be off limits. Frank was the extra seat around the dinner table, the guy who was now part of the furniture. Her dad's best friend. After being stood up on a date, Sloane finds herself blurring lines between her and Frank that she once respected. One drink becomes a conversation. A conversation becomes a look neither of them can ignore. Frank knows how wrong it is. Sloane knows she should walk away. But sometimes the things you shouldn't have, are the things you want the most. It's wrong. Complicated. And somehow, it feels so right. TW: lots of tension and angst, heavy on the smut! swearing, alcohol, violence, cheating mentioned, age gap, sexual activity