Page 43 of Shattered Dreams

I barely get his name out before he pulls me closer and crushes his lips to mine. The tension melts away, because Dre is kissing me. Again.

My best friend—my very male best friend—is kissing me, his tongue is in my mouth, and

I don’t hate it one fucking bit.

What the hell?

Is there something in the water? How can this be happening now, of all fucking times? Cam and Austen I get—pretty sure the only oblivious one was Austen—but this is Andre and… me.

I’ve seen plenty of guys naked in the locker room, and never have I once looked at a guy and felt like I wanted to kiss him.

Or like I wanted him to kiss me, which is definitely how I felt last night before the phone rang.

My hand settles on his hip as I pull him closer, and that’s when I feel him.

Solid as steel.

Which is… confusing on one level because I’m not entirely sure it’s because of me. I mean, I’ve definitely been dealing with the same thing on and off.

Whenever we’ve shared a bed.

And that’s when I realize I’m hard, too. Fuck.

My heartbeat races as my cock twitches, and I know he feels it. I know he knows, but…

Oh, shit.

Before I can process what’s happening, there is a loud screeching sound; both our phones blaring, and Dre slowly pulls away from me, his gaze flashing up to meet mine. His eyebrows furrow, his kiss-swollen lips parting, and I can’t take my eyes off of them.

His lips were soft, smooth, and warm. Not all that different from kissing a woman’s lips, but also…

It definitely feels different. Maybe a little confusing, but good.

Really good, if I’m being honest.

The phones continue to ring, and I close my eyes, knowing the minute I pick up the phone, reality is going to shatter everything.

And maybe I’m selfish, because I don’t want reality right now. I want whatever this is. Even though I have no idea what this is.

But I like how it feels, even if I don’t understand why I feel this way or how it happened.

Is that enough?

I roll over and grab my phone as Dre does the same, except he gets out of bed completely, and I don’t miss how he adjusts his dick in his sweatpants before he answers the phone.

My own dick jumps, and I curse as I do my best to will my dick with a mind of its own to cool it.

“Hello?” I say, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Hey,” a familiar voice sighs. I look up to see Dre on his phone, slipping out of the room, into the hallway, and the only thing I hear from him as he walks out is, “No, Mom, I’m fine, I just overslept…”

At least he could sleep. I barely slept a wink last night after what happened. That is, until I ended up cuddling my best friend like a damn teddy bear.

It was like somewhere between the spicy scent of Dre and the warmth of our body heat, I just… couldn’t help but give in to it.

“I didn’t wake you, did I? Shit, what time is it there?” Amelia starts rattling off, and I groan, rubbing my eyes.

“No, you didn’t wake me. I was up, just…” I clear my throat. “Rough night. Didn’t sleep well.”