My Best Friend

‘He slipped his hand between my legs. I froze. I was throbbing. What would happen if he touched it?’

Imagine if you asked your best friend to pretend to be your fiancé and one night while sharing a bed, your naked body reacted to his touch.

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My whole life my mother told me I would never find love. So when my university’s hot, rich, starting quarterback asked me to marry him, this girl said yes.

We had only been dating for 2 weeks.

By the 3rd week, he had shattered my heart.

Maybe I shouldn’t have made a big deal about bringing him to the next family get together.

Luckily, there was one person who could always fix things when a guy left me in pieces, my best friend, Titus. He was my rock. That’s why I asked him to come home with me to pretend to be my fiancé.

It didn’t even matter that Titus had a chiseled body and he would have to share a bed with a way-too-horny virgin. He was my best friend… my rippling, woodsy-smelling, sleeping-half-naked best friend.

Wait, was I going to screw things up with him like I did all guys?

No! Titus was too important to me.

But feeling his muscular arms slip around me with the moonlight dancing across our bare skin, how could I not risk it all?

There had to be a way to turn my best friend into my happily-ever-after without ruining everything. What was it? And could I do it without breaking my heart?