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I must have looked like I was going to be sick. I can still remember my palms sweating as I tried to unfold the school map and find my classroom. Then Foster and Ford had walked up to me. Ford was busy talking to one of his friends, but Foster had looked right at me and smiled.
He had taken the map from me and then walked me to class. It turned out that we had the same teacher, and he had sat next to me and turned so that I couldn’t really see the rest of the classroom or the students. I had relaxed then.
He had spent the whole day acting as my personal bodyguard. By lunchtime, I learned that he and Ford lived next door from me, and by the time that the Miller boys walked me home that afternoon, I was thinking of Foster as my own personal knight in shining armor. I didn’t fall in love with him until we were almost back to our houses. My shoelace had come undone, and he had stopped me before I could trip or fall and bent down to tie it for me. When he looked up at me and gave me that crooked smile, I knew he was the boy I wanted to marry someday.
Unfortunately for me, somewhere over the years, I seem to have been firmly put in the friend zone, and I never knew how to get out of it.
I blink out of my memories and follow Ford and Foster back out to the U-Haul. The boys run down to grab the furniture I brought back with me and I unpack some of the boxes. I really don’t have much. Hopefully, now that I’m home, I can start to put down more roots.
“This is the last of it,” Ford announces, and I smile.
“Thanks again for helping. It’s so good to see you,” I say, hugging him goodbye.
“No problem. Come by the diner tomorrow and I’ll get you something. On the house,” he offers.
“I’ll take you up on that.”
He waves goodbye and jogs back downstairs, leaving Foster and me to unpack everything.
“Where do you want these boxes?” He asks, and I peek inside to see some clothes.
“In the bedroom, please.”
He nods, grabbing the boxes as I unpack some of my design gear and fabric.
“I can’t wait to see your latest designs,” he tells me, and my face flames with a bright red blush that has him freezing and giving me a funny look.
I’m not surprised that he wants to see what I’ve been working on. Foster was always my biggest supporter. When I told him that I wanted to design clothes for plus size women, he encouraged me to go for it, even when no one else thought that I could do it. He was always cheering me on.
Foster heads into the bedroom with the boxes and comes back out to see me fidgeting in the kitchen still.
“What? You don’t want me to see?” He asks me, and I shake my head.
“No! It’s not that. You can see them. It’s just that I actually started designing lingerie,” I tell him as he heads toward my bedroom carrying my comforter and pillow.
BANG!
I gasp, my eyes going wide as Foster drops the blanket and rubs at his forehead.
“Are you okay?” I ask him, rushing over to his side at the same time that he turns to me and blurts out, “Lingerie?”
We stare at each other for a beat, and an image of me modeling some of my designs for him flashes behind my eyes.
I want that.
But I can’t lose Foster. He’s my best friend, and that’s all that he’s ever going to be.
Unfortunately.
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Foster
The imageof Lilliana in lingerie was enough to have me almost blacking out.
Or that could have been because I might have just given myself a concussion walking into her door frame.
My cock strains against my jeans, and I grit my teeth, trying to think about the splitting pain in my head and not my best friend wrapped in sexy, lacy things.
