Crystal Harris has been in love with her best friend, Brendon Marks, since they were in high school. He was the perfect gentleman, always supportive and encouraging her, and she’s spent the last ten years loving him in secret, too scared to tell him how she feels.
Brendon has a secret himself…he’s in love with his best friend and doesn’t know how to tell her. He doesn’t want to ruin their friendship, but as the days go by, his feelings for Crystal continue to grow stronger and stronger.
What do you do when you feel like your feelings are about to bubble over? When is the perfect time to tell your best friend you’re in love with them? What makes you say, “It’s now or never?”
She winced as she raised her arms to take off her shirt, then quickly stripped off her bike shorts and thong. She’d just raised one foot to put into the tub when Brendon’s ringtone blared through the bathroom. She contemplated letting the call go to voicemail, but groaned and walked back to get it. Brendon would either call again or show up in the middle of her bath.
“I’m not talking to you,” she answered the phone.
His hearty chuckle sent goosebumps down her arms. “I’m your best friend, you have no choice but to talk to me. The workout wasn’t that hard,” he said once he stopped laughing at her.
“Boy bye, I’m sore…I can’t even imagine how I’ll feel tomorrow.”
“You said you wanted a harder workout, that your body was getting used to our usual routine. I simply gave you what you wanted,” he said, and Crystal still heard the merriment in his voice.
“Harder, not diabolically harder. Brendon, it hurts to move,” she whined, getting into the tub. When her body finally adjusted to the temperature, she sighed as the warmth seeped into her bones. She leaned her head back against the bath pillow and closed her eyes, letting the hot water do its magic and relax her tight, overworked muscles.
“What are you doing?” Brendon’s gruff voice asked.
“Trying to soak in this tub since you worked me over real good today,” she sighed, stretching her legs and feet.
There were several seconds of silence, then Brendon cleared his throat. “Did you remember to put Epsom salt in the water to relieve soreness?”
She rolled her eyes behind her closed eyelids. “Yes, daddy. Anything else?” she purred, feeling in the mood to tease him.
When his breath caught, she smiled, sinking further into the water.
“You need a massage?” he asked in a low voice.
“You volunteering?” she asked in a husky tone.
“I can…have someone come over to give you a massage if you want,” he said.
“You not volunteering for the job?” she asked, opening her eyes and looking up at the ceiling.
“Do you want me to?” he quipped without missing a beat.
Did she want him to? Part of her said yes, but the part that wanted to go out on a real date with him and reveal her feelings for him then told her to wait. She sighed. “Not tonight, no point in you leaving work early to come over here…but for our next dinner and movie hangout night, I want one.”
Brendon cleared his throat. “I got you. I’m going to um…let you finish your bath, and knowing you, you’re probably going to go to sleep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, k?”
“Hmm…okay, B. Tomorrow.” She hung up the phone, placing it on the wide ledge of the tub and letting the silence envelop her.
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