Frigid

Frigid by J. Lynn
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

⭐3.5 stars⭐

We walk – or shuffled along – about a yard and then I walked straight into a mailbox. I grunted. "Son of a bitch jumped right out in front of me!"

Kyler stopped, shaking his head. "You are a hazard to yourself right now."

"I'm fine." I waved him off, edging around the tricky inanimate object as I shot it a dark look. "I'm watching you."

Well okay. Alcohol as a ticket out of the friendzone isn't the most original thing but that was cute and I have a soft spot when it comes to "friends-to-lovers" stories..

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