My Best Friend's Brother: A Standalone Friends to Lovers Romance (Soulmates Series Book 2) by Hazel Kelly Read Free Book Online

myself that it was a bad idea to lust
after one of my oldest friends- my sister's best friend no less- I knew that
there wasn't a jerkoff within two hundred miles of campus that could look after
her like I could.
     
    Which
meant that maybe- for both our sakes- this was an itch I ought to seriously
consider scratching.
     
    Otherwise,
I'd always wonder what if…
     
    What
if I really kissed her? Would she kiss me back?
     
    What
if that awkwardness between us as teens was down to something real, something we
both felt and had been denying for years?
     
    Then
again, there was a chance that if I went for it, she would completely reject me
and it would piss her and my sister off to the point that my life would be hell
for a while.
     
    Or
maybe she'd just laugh it off.
     
    Perhaps
I could find some way to come on to her that would make it easy for her make a
joke out of it if she wasn't up for it.
     
    It
was hard to guess what would happen, especially because I didn't know her as
well as I used to.
     
    All
I knew was that I wanted a chance to get to know her again.
     
    And
I promised myself that if I had even one moment of doubt as to whether I could
love her better than anyone else, I'd back off.
     
    But
something told me that wasn’t going to happen.

 
    Chapter 11: Andi
     
     
     
     
    I
laid around in Shane's bed a little longer than I should have, letting my eyes
scan and memorize the room.
     
    After
all, I'd probably never wake up in his bed again, and it was fun to be that girl
for a few minutes, that girl that wakes up in an unfamiliar room after an
incredible night with a stranger.
     
    Though
he was far from it.
     
    Then
again, last night had been special, but even if the feeling I had in my gut was
only our friendship being rekindled, it was still worth it. Still progress.
     
    Eventually,
I heard movement and voices in the house, and the awkward notion of still being
there when he got back began to overshadow the comfort I got from laying my
head on his pillow, his note clutched in my hand.
     
    I
got up and dressed, carefully folding the shorts and t-shirt he'd let me borrow
so he'd know I hadn't stolen them.
     
    I
considered washing and returning them, but I figured I was as weak as the girls
I'd heard him complain about who never returned his stuff after spending the
night. And seeing how he'd so selflessly returned my stuff to me yesterday, it
only seemed fair to show him the same respect.
     
    Once
I'd gathered my things, I poked my head into the hallway. The coast was clear
so I pulled the door shut quietly and crossed the landing to the stairs.
     
    There
were guys all over the place on the ground floor, but no one seemed phased by
my creeping around. I still flinched, though, when the heavy front door
squeaked as I opened it out onto the porch.
     
    Before
I reached the sidewalk in front of the house, two other girls came out behind
me. They were both in tight dresses with their heels in their hands.
     
    I
suspect they were still drunk from the night before based on the vacant stares
they gave me before turning the other way.
     
    That's
when I realized I was so far from the walk of shame stereotype there was no
reason to be awkward.
     
    If
anything it was a walk of pride I was enjoying, though I suppose I would’ve
been even more proud if something had actually happened considering what an
incredible guy Shane was.
     
    Still,
that kiss was the most exciting thing I’d been part of in a long time. Sure, I
felt pathetic for reading into a "make it better kiss" like that, but
I couldn't deny how it made me feel.
     
    It
felt- for lack of a better word- loaded.
     
    I
mean, no one had ever held a gun to my head, for example, but I like to think
I'd be able to tell whether it was loaded or not, whether there was intent
behind the threat.
     
    And
that kiss felt loaded. Like there was an intent- an energy- behind it. Like the
slightest flinch from either of us might've caused an