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Brooke had a flashback to high school, after their prom night kiss. How they’d both tried to pretend it hadn’t happened, but things had still been stilted and weird between them afterward. It had been days before Dylan had been able to look her in the eye, and weeks before she could look at him without thinking about the way his lips had felt on hers.
She dreaded a repeat of that scenario, especially when he was only here for a few days.
Thank god they hadn’t actually kissed this time. Hopefully they’d get past this little blip much faster.
Spending this time with Dylan had reminded Brooke how much she needed his friendship and opened her eyes to how much he needed hers. Which meant they shouldn’t—couldn’t—be anything more to each other than friends.
“I’ve got an early day tomorrow,” Brooke said as she put the wineglasses away. “I think I’m gonna head to bed.”
Things would undoubtedly be more normal in the morning. Safer. In the sober light of a new day, it would be easier to act rationally and listen to her brain instead of her libido.
Dylan’s eyes lingered on her for a moment before he nodded. “Sounds good. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Thanks for dinner,” she said, edging out of the kitchen. “It was great.”
“Good night.”
When she came out of the bathroom after getting ready for bed, Dylan had already turned out the lights in the living room. All was quiet in the apartment. Brooke crept into her room, pushed the door closed except for a narrow crack to let the cat come and go, and crawled into bed.
Murderface wasn’t waiting for her like he usually was when she went to bed.He must be in the living room with Dylan.
Traitor. First he cockblocked her, then he abandoned her in favor of someone else.
Not that she could blame him. If she made all her decisions based on animal instincts, she’d be cuddling up to Dylan right now too.
He was too much of a temptation. Too comforting. Too easy to talk to. Toopresent. Traipsing around her apartment looking all effortlessly sexy. Anyone’s thoughts would turn to lust in the face of that.
But she couldn’t sleep with Dylan just for the sake of sleeping withsomeone. Being horny and turned on—and okay, maybe a little lonely—wasn’t a good enough reason to ruin a friendship.
He wasn’t just her oldest friend, he was probably her best friend in the whole world. And it sounded like she might be his best friend too.
Brooke shifted restlessly under the sheets, too keyed up for sleep.
What if Dylan had actually kissed her though? What would it feel like? Her memories of their high school kiss were hazy and awash with embarrassment and regret.
He was probably a much better kisser these days.
The surface of her skin buzzed as she tried to imagine it. The tug of his lips, the heat of his mouth. His hands, sliding up her thighs. Before she knew what she was doing, her hand moved down her stomach.
God!Her face flushed as she realized what she’d been about to do. Dylan was right in the next room. The bedroom door wasn’t even closed. She shouldn’t be getting off to a fantasy about her best friend, and she definitely shouldn’t do it when he was only a few yards away with nothing between them. What if he heard her? There’d be no coming back from that kind of humiliation. She’d have no choice but to fling herself into the sun.
Brooke rolled onto her side and pulled the covers up to her chin, determined not to think about Dylan anymore.
She’d think about something else. Something completely unsexy. Like dirty diapers. Or the professor in her department with the dandruff problem. Or Adam Sandler.
Yeah, that’s not happening.She was too turned on. Too worked up by that interrupted almost-kiss. It was like getting to the most exciting part of the movie and losing your internet connection.
It didn’t help that Dylan had been a star attraction in her spank bank since she was eighteen. He’d made the perfect fantasy, because she knew him better than she knew anyone else alive, but she also knew better than to hope he could think of her the same way.
Except…
What if he did think of her that way?
It blew her mind to acknowledge the possibility.
There was no denying he’d been right there with her in the moment. If the cat hadn’t interrupted and broken the spell, how far would he have gone? How far wouldtheyhave gone?
No.
