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I tell her something I probably shouldn’t. But the way she looks and feels when I do say it.
I just know that she’s gotta be mine.
I don’t know how and I definitely don’t know when. But I’d crawl on broken glass for a year just to have her in my arms one more time.
So when the place right next door to my best buddy Steve is up for sale, it’s a no-brainer.
I’m moving cross country.
Simple.
Right?
It all just happens so fast. My original plan to go slow and take my time with May is blown right out of the water.
It catches both of us by surprise but in the best possible way.
And to make matters more complicated, it means I’ll have to keep everything from the only person I’ve ever really trusted.
My best friend. May’s dad, Steve, my best friend.
I don’t want to have to choose between them, because it’d be the easiest decision I’d ever have to make.
Sorry, Steve.
But I think that daughter of yours belongs to me now.
*Crushing on My Dad's Best Friendis an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
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CHAPTERONE
May
Passing the house next to ours, I notice the real estate agent carefully pressing the ‘SOLD’ banner over the for sale sign.
The sign looks almost as weathered as the house by now, and I feel myself frown. My brows are raised with a weird satisfaction that someone’s finally bought the old place.
Letting myself in the front door of our own house, I toss my keys and bag on the table in the hall and open my mouth to call out to my Dad.
I let him know I’m home and tell him what I’ve just seen. But my mouth hangs open, silent.
I’m unable to make a sound once I hear a familiar voice and my Dad’s coming from his home office.
Dad’s on a video call with his best friend, Brandon.
And before I even crane my neck around the door to catch a glimpse of his perfect body filling the big screen I know Dad uses, I feel an equally familiar shiver deep inside me.
See, anything to do with Dad’s bestie, Brandon, drives me wild. The sight or sound of him or the simple mention of his name.
I just turn into a wet freaking puddle.
Like, literally and instantly.
