Trouble with the Guy Next Door

<p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Guys like Tucker Moore didn't date girls like me.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>His boring ol' washboard abs looked like they'd been sculpted by the gods and I had more curves than a backroad in a country song.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>He could charm the panties off anyone but I was better off hiding behind my camera lens.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>He was my next-door neighbor and the definition of a bad idea.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I had no business thinking about him and I should've pushed him out of my dreams the moment he showed up. I should've taken a hard left into the friend zone instead of flirting with disaster.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Which I did faster than he could say just friends.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>It didn't matter that he spent more time in my apartment than his or that he smiled at me in a way that made my stomach flip. That was just Tucker.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Before I knew it he was my best friend. And completely off-limits.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>A weekend away was our downfall and I must've left my logic at home.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Tucker would be fine.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>But I'd end up in </span><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Trouble with the Guy Next Door</strong><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>.</span></p><p></p>