Overview

**"Straight guys kissing," I said, rubbing my hand on his chest. "What's gay about that?" Tristan put his hand on my arm. "Why don't you show me?"** It all started when I got dumped. And I can deal with getting dumped. But Tanya also told me I was the worst kisser she'd ever been with. When I told my best friend, he offered to help me practice. Strong, cocky Tristan claims he's a fantastic kisser. And after I give in to his suggestion, well...I can't disagree. And now I'm lost in a whole new set of emotions as I find myself attracted to a guy for the first time. Suddenly the kissing isn't enough. I can't stop thinking about Tristan, about his lips, his body, his taste. I want his lips on mine again, yes, but I want more. I want Tristan to take me into the bedroom and teach me everything I've been fantasizing about.