My brother's best friend is the biggest player on campus-both on the basketball court and between the sheets. Not that I can blame the swarm of girls that worship Knight Jackson's size fourteen sneaker-covered feet. I've been in love with him for as long as I can remember. He's been breaking my heart for just as long. While I'd been busy memorizing every detail about him, he'd never seen me as anything other than Pace's younger brother. It wasn't smart to crush on a straight guy in the first place, so now that I'm in college, I'm ready to move on. The problem is I'm clueless when it comes to dating. A brilliant idea occurs to me when I've had one too many shots of tequila. I may not know what I'm doing, but Knight does. And he owes me for the years I spent pining for him, right? Right. So I text the heartbreaker, asking for help. I never expected him to agree. And I definitely never expected him to offer to give me lessons on how to drive a guy crazy in bed. Contains mature themes.