Inching away, I exhale a steadying breath and shift around, slouching down and spreading my legs wide in an attempt to look nonchalant.
“Nah, man. It’s all in your head.” I peer over at him. “Let’s get to work.”
“Right,” he says flatly. That spark that was in his eyes, that deep husk to his voice—it all vanishes as Blake clams up.
I’m such a pussy, way too fucking afraid to tell him I was sniffing him, too chickenshit to say I think about him, care for him.
Want him.
I’m too scared to be myself around my best friend because I can’t trust my own actions.
What in the hell did I get myself into?