Her Bestfriends' Brother

Prologue

He was definitely drunk.

She had no idea how much he'd had to drink, but it had to have been a lot. She'd just gotten to the party after Jake, his best friend, called her and begged her to come and pick him up. Hed tried Liza, but she wasn't answering, so she was the only other person he knew who would come out this late to get him.

"Thank you, Maggie, so much." Jake thanked her.

"Yeah, help me get him to the car." She groaned as she wrapped his right arm around the back of her neck and wrapped her left arm around his waist.

As they walked over to her candy apple red Subaru Crosstrek, Maggie wrinkled her nose at how strong he smelled of alcohol. This was one of the reasons she rarely drank. The smell always made her stomach turn.

Once they got Jensen into the car and secured in nice and tight, Jake turned to Maggie.

"Again, thank you. I wish I didn't have to wake you up and drag you out of bed." He said as he looked her up and down.

She was currently dressed in a red silk gown with matching slippers. Her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head and she looked tired yet sexy as hell.

"You're welcome, but next time call his parents. I had a long day and the last thing I wanted to do was crawl out of my very soft and warm bed to pick up a drunken Jensen Davidson." She stated.

"Okay. It won't happen again." Jake said.

"Good. I'll see you around." She said and walked over to the driver side. "No drinking amd driving. If you have to...sleep in your car."

"You got it. Good night, MJ."

Once she was in the car and buckled in, she pulled out of the parking lot and headed down the dark and crowded street. She took a big breath and let it out before casting a drunkenly passed out Jensen. He was dressed in a pair of black dress pants and a white dress shirt. He looked as if he came straight to the bar after work. She shook her head. Jensen has been working himself way to hard lately. So, that would explain why he went out for drinks, but to get so drunk that he passed out, that she didn't understand. He'd never gotten that drunk before, so something was going on or something happened.

She was tempted to wake him and ask him what was going on, but with how drunk he was she was sure she would not get a sober enough answer. She'll wait until he gets up tomorrow morning. She wantes to know what was going on with him.

Maggie pulled up in front of her house, shut off the engine, climbed out of the car and made sure to slam the car door shut. She wanted to wake his ass up so she didn't have to try and drag his ass inside. When she got to his aide of the car she opened the door, reached inside and unfastened his safety belt.

"Get up, Jensen. I'm not carrying your drunk ass inside." she groaned as she grabbed his arms and attempted to pull him from the car only to fall back flat on her ass when he jerked forward and looked around.

"Where the hell am I?" he asked.

"Damn it, Jensen. You're at my house." she hissed as she got to her feet and rubbed her now sore ass.

She watched him climb out of the car and tower over her. Now, she was not short by any means, he was just tall as hell for no reason.

"Come on, I want to go back to bed." she said and grabbed his hand and started toward the house. As she moved to unlock the door, she felt his hands on her waist and his chin resting on her shoulder.

"You smell really good." he slurred.

"Jensen, move. You're drunk." she said as she pulled out of his grip.

She was quick with unlocking the door and pulling him inside. After she shut and locked the door she turned around to walk into the living room only for Jensen to pin her to the door and capture her lips with his. He may be drunk but he still knew how to kiss a woman. His hands moved down her waist to her hips just before she pushed him away and slapped him.

"Damn. What was that for?" he groaned.

"Kissing me without my permission. Now, get your drunk ass upstairs and into bed."

"You didn't like the kiss?" he asked as he followed her down the hall. "I did."

"I don't like kissing drunk men."

"I'm not drunk." he said.

"You're just tipsy, right?" she threw over her shoulder as she reached the top of the stairs.

"It was a long day. So, I had a few drinks." he said as she walked into her guest bedroom.

The sound of him falling caught her attention. She rushed towards him and helped him to his feet and to the bed. Damn was he heavy. The man was huge. Maybe not as big as Terry Cruz, but bigger than her anyway. She helped get him all the way into the bed, but not before taking his shows off of him. As she reached accross him to grab a pillow, he wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Jensen." she warned him.

"Don't you like me, Mags?" he asked.

"Your my best friends brother, of course I like you." She said.

He tighten his hold around her waist and pulled her closer, forcing her to look at his face.

"What about love?" He asked in a slurred yet serious tone with a serious look on his face. "Do you love me, Mags?"

She swallowed.

"I - I do, Jensen. How can I not? We've known each other for more than half my life." She said and tried to pull out of his hold. "Now, let me go. You need to get some sleep and so do I."

"Okay, one last question." He slurred, his eyes barely open.

Maggie took a big breath. "Fine. What is it?"

"Are you in love with me the same way that I'm in love with you?"

She gasped.

"What?"