My Best Friend s Brother part 3
I was freaking out, pacing skittishly up and down the bathroom floor. I gnawed at my painted nails nervously and let my thoughts roam freely. He was turned on over you. You. Not Harriet. I couldn’t help but smile childishly to myself. But what if I was wrong? I sat on the edge of the bath with my head in my hands. I wanted him, badly. And I had for a very long time. So if I wasn’t just imagining things, maybe there was a possibility he wanted me too? This was the part that I couldn’t get my...
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