I grimaced. “Cut me some slack. I never said it was going to be easy. It isn’t every day a guy finally admits to himself he’s totally into his best friend.”
He lifted his head and stared out across the darkened room as I watched the light from the TV screen flicker across his features. “I missed you.”
I cleared my throat. “Me, too.”
“I was avoiding you, too.” The words were accompanied by a very meaningful look.
My mouth went dry, and hope (the evil bastard) swelled up inside me. “Because you finally admitted to yourself you’re totally into your best friend?” I asked.
He shook his head no.
My raging hard-on wilted.
“I haven’t admitted it. I wasn’t ready.” His blue eyes lifted to mine. “But I am now.”
Drew
My name is Drew Forrester.
I’m pretty sure I’m in love with my best friend.
Who’s a guy.
Trent
“What are you saying?” I asked. I wanted to be perfectly clear.
“I’m attracted to you, frat boy. In the same way you are to me.”
“You’re gay?”
He smirked. “I’ve been with too many women to call myself gay. So maybe I’m bi. Hell, I don’t know. Putting a label on it won’t make it any easier to understand.”
I nodded, totally getting it. “Or any easier to feel.”
He glanced away and sighed. “I’ve been fighting it, too, for a long time. We’ve always… kinda had this chemistry between us. You know?” He glanced at me for confirmation.
“I think that kiss proved it,” I replied, rueful.
“I totally wanna do it again.” His voice was a half growl.
“Thank Christ,” I swore. Being in a relationship (if that’s what this was) with another man wasn’t going to be easy. It wasn’t something I’d choose for myself.
But love chose for me.
After kissing him, after sitting here with him like this… it became oh so clear to me that the only thing harder than being with Drew would be not being with him.
“That night in my room, when you were drunk… The things you whispered? They affected me, like on a level I never really understood. Or tried to. It scares me so bad, T.”
“I know, man.” I scrubbed my free hand over my face.
“I sound like a damn * saying it. But it’s true. I’ve been scared a lot lately.”
I didn’t want that for him. I wanted him to be secure. Happy. Whole.
He turned and looked at me. I searched his blue eyes, hoping to find the words that might make any of this easier. “The only time I wasn’t scared was when you just kissed me.”
Guess I didn’t need any words, because he already had them.
We were incredibly close. Barely inches from each other. His eyes were so sincere, so open in that moment it caused my heart to turn over. I untangled our hands and laid my palm against the side of his face, cupping his cheek.
“I wasn’t either,” I confided.
This time, he kissed me.
My heart sang like all those Disney movies I always thought were dumb. But shit if it didn’t feel awesome.
My fingertips rubbed against the stubble on his cheek, and he pulled my bottom lip between his. He sucked and licked at it until my fingers crawled around the back of his neck and delved into the short strands at the base of his scalp.
He released my lip and groaned, covering my mouth completely. I opened, welcoming his tongue into me and teasing him with my own. He pressed in closer, kissing me deep. So deep I groaned and clutched at the back of his head like I was afraid he might disappear.
It wasn’t enough.
My feet dropped off the coffee table and onto the floor, bringing my knees up to a ninety-degree angle. He moved with me, knowing exactly what I wanted, because he wanted it, too.
Thank God, he wanted it, too.
Drew climbed over my lap, straddling my legs. His powerful thighs rested on either side of me, and I covered them with my palms to revel in how strong he felt.
The weight of him on me was delicious; I accepted it all. I would accept anything Drew wanted to give me. I longed to dive my hands beneath his shirt and drag my fingers across the muscles of his back.
All the times I looked at him, at the contours of his waist, the length of his spine, and the way his muscles moved beneath his skin… the times I had to pretend not to notice how much he affected me and how badly I wanted to explore his body in ways I shouldn’t want to—I was getting that chance now.
His lips were perfection personified. They were full and warm. They matched up with mine in a way no woman’s ever had. I loved the way he practically attacked my mouth. He wasn’t tentative or girly at all. He was all man, and he kissed with aggression and tenacity only a man would know.
And dear God, the scruff on his jaw… it was my kryptonite. My heroin. The freaking best thing I ever tasted.
Ever.
With a groan, I ripped my mouth free and grabbed his chin with my hand. I wasn’t too gentle when I held his face and tipped his head back so I could scrape my teeth over that scruff and then kiss down his neck.
Drew made a sound and his hips rolled and thrust forward.