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I was in a blur for a moment. Was she in the same fog? Did she know it was me behind her?

I can’t afford to think this way. She’s my best friend, nothing more, nothing less. But these thoughts are running rampant,and they won’t stop. What am I supposed to do now? How am I going to face her?

Reaching for my phone, I decide to text someone who can offer me sound advice.

Me:We’re friends, right?

Robbie:Yes. . .

Me:Good friends?

Robbie:I’d say we’re best friends, but Wren claimed that title years ago. And after seeing her in person, I’d happily lose that fight to her.

Me:Okay, great. So, I fucked up.

Robbie:Did you fuck her?

My eyes widen as my thumbs tap away on the phone screen.

Me:No, but I want to.

Robbie:Ah, I see. Are those feelings making a comeback?

Me:Times it by ten. I woke up this morning with her in my bed and may have?—

What’s the right word I’m looking for? Do I just say it? Or do I put it in nicer terms?

Robbie:Let me guess, you woke up hard because she’s so soft and warm, and she noticed?

That works, too. He doesn’t need the full play-by-play.

Me:And when we came to our senses, she ran out of the room.

Robbie:That’s a doozy. Have you two ever kissed or hooked up?

Me:Never.

Robbie:So, there’s pure sexual tension between you two.

He’s making sense. During her stay here, my desire to explore our relationship has grown.

Robbie:You’re the one who understands her best. What do you think she needs?

That’s an easy one. Wren is as predictable as our comfort show, and right now, she’s going to text her friends, take a shower, and gather her thoughts.

Me:Got it. Thanks, bud.

Robbie:Any time, bestie ;)

Getting out of bed, I head toward my shower and start it with two goals in mind. One: rub out this damn boner. Two: smooth things over with Wren.

And I have the perfect plan for that.

Chapter Eighteen

Wren

Me:SOS! AGAIN!

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