How to Undress Strangers…Without Knowing You’re Meant to End the World
The first time my neighbor rode me into her sheets, I knew two things:
One—her body was addictive.
Two—I didn’t even like her.
So why was I there, hands all over her curves, making her moan my name?
Simple. Because of a dare.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be a game—me and my best friend, competing to see who could seduce more strangers before our eighteenth birthday. Funny, stupid, thrilling. Something to laugh about later.
But the more strangers I undress, the messier it gets. Nights blur into bodies I don’t care about. Lips, heat, skin—it’s all just points on a scoreboard. Because deep down, the one person I really want to touch is the one person I’m not allowed to.
Her.
Jane.
My best friend.
The girl who dares me into trouble, grins when I fall for it, and drives me insane every time she gets too close.
Now the bet is spinning out of control—jealousy, secrets, and a tension we can’t hide. The more we pretend it’s just fun, the more dangerous it becomes.
Because here’s what I don’t know: Jane isn’t just my best friend. She’s something older, stranger, bound to me in ways I can’t imagine. She started this game for a reason—because if I don’t find real love before I turn eighteen, everything inside me will collapse into darkness.
She doesn’t expect me to choose her.
I don’t even realize I shouldn't.
But the clock is ticking, and every kiss, every dare, every reckless night is dragging me closer to the truth.
The real challenge isn’t undressing strangers.
It’s discovering the one girl who was never a stranger at all.