Mia's POV
Harper had invited me to sleep over—like we'd done a thousand times since we were kids.
Except this time, I wasn't planning to sleep in her room like always. I wasn't planning to stay up giggling about boys or watching movies or doing any of the innocent things best friends did during sleepovers.
This time, I was planning to wait until she fell asleep, then sneak down the hall to her father's bedroom and climb into his bed.
I was planning to betray my best friend in the worst possible way imaginable.
And I was going to do it anyway, because two weeks of stolen moments with James had turned me into someone I barely recognized—someone who would risk everything, hurt everyone, destroy a lifelong friendship, all for the chance to feel his hands on my body again.
I was addicted.
