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Big-ass con. Feeling something for her doesn’t mean I can afford to fuck up our friendship and my life. Especially given what went down eight years ago. What I can never take back and don’t deserveto.
“Ben?” shecalls.
I ignore it, but there’s only silenceafter.
Maybe she slipped. Maybe she needshelp.
I drag my ass across the suite, holding my breath as I push open the bathroomdoor.
She didn’tslip.
She’s in the bath, bubbles up to her collarbone. Her face turns my way, eyes warm and satisfied and lipsparted.
“Can you take my hairout?”
I start to say no but take in her bandaged hand resting on one side of the tub. “Yeah.”
I sit behind her and roll up the sleeves of my shirt before setting to work on the pins. “That woman said you had a good one. What did shemean?”
“We were arguing over whose boyfriend or husband was the worst or best. I told them you were the best. Because you’re loyal. And fierce. And you always have myback.”
The way she says those words, it sounds like they meaneverything.
Knowing it’s dangerous but needing to prove myself, my hands finish their work and slip down to hershoulders.
She groans. “Oh. That feels good. I need to stop wearing heels. Or at least buy a standingdesk.”
“I’ll get you one for your birthday,” Imurmur.
She’s soft and smooth and this is torture, but I can’t stop touchingher.
“No one’s ever washed my back before.” Her silky hair trails across my forearms. “I’ve never showered with anyone either. I’m afraid of slipping. It’s weird andparanoid.”
“So you’ve never had sex in ashower?”
She shudders, her nose wrinkling. “That soundsdeadly.”
My laugh is dry as a desert. “It’s fuckingawesome.”
She sucks in a measuredbreath.
I need to get back on solid ground. “Tell me somethinggood.”
She shifts back, laying her head against my shoulder. Her breasts rise up out of the bubbles. “I had a dream about you lastnight.”
The languorous confession, the way she trails a finger along the side of the bathtub, makes it clear whatkind.
“Youdid?”
Daisy nods, her shiny hair slipping over my hands. “I have lots of dreams aboutyou.”
Hearing my best friend say those words shouldn’t tear mycontrol.
Itdoes.
It destroysme.
“So why wouldn’t you let me kiss you earlier?” I challengesoftly.
