I saw her first. Blonde. Gorgeous. Feisty. I was smitten.
But it didnât matter because she chose him, and he was my best friend and roommate. Iâd never be able to compete with that, so I pushed her away instead. It was easy when she lived hours away, and I didnât have to see her every day, but then she moved in with us. Now, Iâm screwed.
To her singing in the shower every morning, dancing in the kitchen while she makes coffee, and doing yoga in our living room, I canât stop thinking about her in all the wrong ways. Sheâs not mine and never will be, but that doesnât stop me from wanting to push her against a wall and claim her mouth.
Sheâs constantly on me for making messes, bringing chicks home every weekend, and being a smartass when their PDA gets on my nerves. Considering neither of them knows how I feel, the way I act toward them isnât fair. I should move out so I can get over her for good; however, the selfish part of me canât let go.
But then the unthinkable happens...
When my best friend dies in a motorcycle accident, the two of us are left to grieve our loss together. Instead of pushing her away, I pull her closer.
Just as we come to terms with our new reality, she finds out sheâs pregnant with his baby. And Iâm left to make the hardest decision of my life...