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