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I slowly walked into the house, closed the door behind me, and then sat on the floor, my back against the wood.

The tears fell, and I hated myself. Because I didn’t want to cry anymore. I didn’t want to feel that pity, especially for myself.

But I didn’t know how else to feel.

Because I had thought I loved my best friend. But what if I was wrong? What if I didn’t know anything?

Chapter 6

Tucker

Out of all thereasons I was going to hell, one of them was undoubtedly the fact that I couldn’t stop waking up in the mornings with my hand around my cock in response to very sexy dreams involving the sweet sister of a friend that I shouldn’t even be thinking about.

I wasn’t a teenager anymore, but apparently, that’s what my dick did. I thought of Amelia in my sleep, had various dreams of us fucking on different pieces of furniture around my house and hers, then woke up either needing to come or already coming in my sheets.

I’d given up sleeping in pajamas at this point, it only added laundry. But that meant I had to wash my sheets, over and over again.

It was exhausting, and I had to work.

I also had to face Devin every time I saw him and hope like hell that he didn’t know that I was thinking dirty thoughts about his sister. That I was doing wicked things to her every night in my mind.

What the hell was wrong with me? Sure, I loved women. I’d been with my fair share of them. I wasn’t a complete manwhore, but my number wasn’t that small either.

I was safe, clean, and liked having sex.

I could probably go out and find a date if I needed one. Maybe I should. Perhaps it’d get my mind off Amelia.

But that was really fucking hard to do when all I did was think of her, even when I shouldn’t.

I needed to get over this by being the man I should be.

By being her friend.

Because thinking about her any other way would likely get my dick ripped off by her big brother. Maybe even by Amelia herself.

Because, yeah, she liked the way I looked. I could tell. It was hard not to notice when she kept looking at me the way she did when I was in that towel. It was really difficult not to get hard in front of her.

If she’d kept looking at me like that, I wouldn’t have been able to hide my erection.

As it was, I’d held pretty tightly to my control, trying not to lose it.

But she’d looked, practically smacking her lips together and licking them.

Much as I’d done when she took off her shirt in front of me.

The difference was, she had been drunk and hadn’t really known what she was doing.

I was not an asshole. Okay, I was, but I wasn’t a sadistic pervert or anything.

That meant I needed to be Amelia’s friend. And that was why I was in the grocery store, picking up a few things for her house.

Devin had mentioned the other night that she had been working hard on a couple of projects, throwing herself into her work rather than actually talking about Tobey or dealing with what had happened there.

I was glad that she wasn’t talking about the asshole because I wanted to kick Tobey’s little ass.

What the hell was wrong with him? Sure, maybe he hadn’t known that Amelia had feelings for him, but he’d hidden a girlfriend. If you were going to start hiding shit like that, there were reasons. Things that made Tobey not good enough for Amelia.

So, I was going to make sure she was okay. I had the night off and needed to eat dinner, so I was going to force her to eat my cooking.