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"You're abso-fucking-lutely not," a deep male voice yells angrily from the door. Luke's eyes narrow at me sitting on my bed. I grab a pillow and place it over my massive boner, compliments of his sister.
FUCK. I didn't even hear the door click.
"Is that Luke?" Lily shrieks.
"Unfortunately, yes," I grumble.
Luke strolls over and grabs my phone out of my hands, which is a risky move if you ask me. For all he knows, Lily could be naked, sprawled out on her bed, awaiting my instructions.
"Aren't you supposed to be on a date or something?" Luke growls.
"That ended hours ago, dumb-dumb," Lily throws back. "Aren't you supposed to be watching game tape because your team sucked big porno cock tonight?"
"No. I was busy pleasuring my wife from afar," Luke smirks, and I swear I can hear Lily's eyes roll and gag. "I'm just that good. I can make my wife come from a thousand miles away."
"That's funny," she preens into the phone, making Luke narrows his eyes.
"And why's that funny?" Oh, Christ, he's set himself up for this one.
"Because Chase can make me come from a thousand miles away too!"
The last thing I see before the screen goes blank is Lily sticking her tongue out at her brother.
Luke's face turns so red I think he might have an aneurysm, especially with the vein in his forehead bulging out like that. I can hear his teeth grinding as he glares at me. I think he might crush my phone into dust, but he just throws it down beside me a little harder than necessary, then turns abruptly and walks into the bathroom.
We don't talk about the conversation he partially overheard when he returns, but when he spies me texting, his eyes narrow.
"Dude, I'm not going to sext your sister while you're in the room," I say before realizing my mistake. I should have just kept my mouth shut.
"Do you want me to break all your fingers?" He glares at me, eying my thumbs menacingly.
"Coach would flay you alive if you did," I shoot back. "Plus, there's always voice-to-text."
"Then I guess I'm ripping out your throat too."
I glare back at Luke. I know he's pissed, but seriously, I thought we were past this shit.
"Why are you giving me such a hard time? I thought you were okay with me and Lily."
"I am," he shouts, crossing his arms over his chest, puffing it out. He looks like a two-year-old having a tantrum. "I just don't have to like it."
"Don't like it, or don't like me?" I bark the question because I need to know. I need to know if he thinks I'm not good enough for his sister. If he thinks I'm just another piece of shit.
"Of course, I like you. You're my best friend. You were the goddamned best man at my wedding, for fuck's sake." He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "I'm just having a hard time digesting this. I need time to get used to it."
"Well, try harder because I'm not going anywhere."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that I'm in this for the long haul. It means I know I'm not good enough for Lily, but when she looks at me, I see the man she thinks I am. And I want to be that guy. I want to be better. For her. It means I'm scared shitless and I need my best friend. I'm terrified I'm going to fuck this up because I'm still fucked up and working through a lot of shit, okay? But she's helping me. It means I'm pretty sure I'm in love with her. And I think, maybe, she's in love with me. I have no fucking clue why, but I'm going to try my damnedest to make her happy."
Letting out a long breath, I dare a glance at Luke. I think I've shocked the shit out of him. I didn't know that speech would pour out of me until it did, but it's all true. I am in love with Lily. I've probably been in love with her for longer than I realize. And, if she'll have me, I plan on marrying her someday. I know it in my bones. I know it like I know I was born to play hockey. I was made to love her, and she was made for me.
"Well, shit," Luke says. "I guess I can't argue with that." He gets up, walks over to the mini fridge, and pulls out two beers. He throws one over to me, and we crack them open. After a few sips, Luke chuckles. "These beers are probably twenty bucks each, and they're shit."
"Yup," I agree, knocking my can against his, but they don't have the satisfying clink that bottles have.
Luke is silent for a minute, staring at me from the side of his eye. He looks uncomfortable for a few seconds but manages to put the awkwardness aside and get out the words he wants to say.
