Hannah’s warm lips tickle my neck as she kisses me there. “I know you don’t,” I cut in, and then I tug her on top of me, feeling bad for making her worry. “Do you actually think I return Logan’s feelings? Because I don’t, Garrett. “You don’t really believe that, do you?” Worry flickers in her green eyes.

I have recurring nightmares about you leaving me for my best friend.” I give her a stubborn look and rub my semi-hard dick. “You are the most secure person I know, babe. Laughing, she kneels on the bed in her underwear, but doesn’t make a move to touch me. I slide my hand down to my crotch and cup myself over my boxers. My fingers tingle with the urge to squeeze it, and a groan slips out of my mouth. She drapes it over the desk chair, her back turned to me, and I’m momentarily distracted by her teeny bikini panties and black sports bra. My girlfriend peels off the tacky polyester uniform she wears to the 50s-themed diner where she works. I love the guy, I really do, but goddamn it, he needs to get over this. I wait for the perfect time to pass the puck, wait for the perfect shot.īut John Logan is testing my patience. I like to think of myself as a patient man. It’s so obvious he may as well take out an ad in the newspaper with the caption: I WANT TO BONE GARRETT GRAHAM’S WOMAN. Logan thinks he’s been successful at hiding his feelings for Hannah. What I’m not loving is my best friend’s continued infatuation with my girl. He’s your best friend.”ĭespite my Logan-directed annoyance, I can’t help but grin when she calls me dude. The bed is too damn small-my bare feet are dangling off the edge, and Hannah pinches my big toe as she walks to her desk. I stretch out on my girlfriend’s twin bed and prop my hands behind my head.

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