Just friends
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Dernière publication lun., mars 9, 2020
"This is never going to work miles! It can't work" I shouted at him from across the hall as I watch his chest rise and fall.
"It won't work because you won't let it! You can't just give into your damn temptations and be with me" he said alternating between a stern voice and soft.
"Because we're best friends" I said with my voice cracking as he just stared coldly at me like I had some nerve to say that to him.
"So this whole time when I've been... touching you" he said taking a step towards me as my breath hitched in my throat watching his movements.
"Having your skin and body up against mine" he said taking another step as I backed into the door.
"Making sweet, hard love to you on your kitchen counter, our beds, our walls" he said into my ear as I closed my eyes in anticipation.
"We were just 'best friends'" he said as I replayed all of our moments together.
"Yes" I said as his head dropped.
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Miles and Jess have been inseparable ever since jess moved into his apartment block six years ago.
Miles, an up and coming musician who plays his gigs at the local bar that Jess works at every Friday and Saturday night is certainly living the dream of a rockstar - Girls, Money, Sex but why isn't it enough you ask? Because the one thing he's wanted everyday for the past six years is off limits given she's his best friend.
Jess, an art guru by day and a bartender by night lives across the hall from the local heartthrob of the town who has seen many, many girls come and go, songs been heard and thoughts been had - none of which she can act upon because she and miles both know that they could never be more more than best friends.
What happens when one night fuelled by alcohol and sexual tension bring them both weak in the knees and craving for each other? Find out on Just friends.
⚠️!!WARNING!! ⚠️ - this book will contain strong language, strong sex scenes, references to alcohol and possible drug usage.
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