Page 1 of Falling For My Best Friend's Brother

Chapter one

Nina

“Just look at it. Beautiful, isn’t it?” Lindsay, my best friend, said. “I can’t believe we get to live here. It’s a fucking dream come true.”

“I know, right?” I glanced sideways at her, a stupid grin on my face. “It’s fucking magnificent.”

In truth, our new apartment wasn’t all that. Sure, it was pretty enough, with a spacious living room, an open-plan kitchen, and three bedrooms. But it wasn’t anything grandiose enough to be called a luxury apartment.

But it was ours. Me and Lindsay’s.

We were ready to start our lives together, and see where they took us.

After graduating college three months ago, all our friends going off on their own, Lindsay and I thought hard about what we wanted to do. Thankfully, we had similar interests, and we planned to start a side business as soon as we settled in here. But all that was for later.

For now, all that mattered was our amazing new apartment in NYC and the memories we were going to make living here together.

Lindsay grabbed her luggage and walked further into the empty space. The moving company, who should arrive soon, will bring the rest of our stuff. I had plans to decorate with some cute DIY designs that I’d already made, though I needed to make some more for some of the rooms.

Grunting heavily, I pushed in my three loaded suitcases and some boxes inside.

Lindsay snorted; her hazel eyes filled with amusement. “I have no idea why you have so much stuff. You never wear most of it.”

I rolled my eyes at her, pushing my bangs away from my face. “I’ll have you know that there’s no such thing as too many clothes when a woman is concerned.”

“So what am I then? A cat?”

I shrugged, moving toward one of the bedrooms. “Might as well be. Besides, we both know these clothes are for both of us. Just because they’re not in your suitcase doesn’t mean they’re notyours.” I gasped as I walked into the room. “Lindsay, did you know the bedrooms have en suites?”

“What? I don’t think so.” Her footsteps rang behind me. “I mean, I didn’t check all the rooms, but I didn’t notice a bathroom in any of them.”

She came to a stop beside me, peering into the very nice bathroom that was connected to the room. “Wow, I had no idea.”

As if on cue, our eyes locked. I opened my mouth on instinct, but Lindsay was faster. “I call dibs!”

“No!” I groaned. “No fair. I found it first.”

Lindsay grinned, backing away. “That’s what you get for being a slowpoke.”

“You fucking bitch.”

She laughed, hopping out of the room. “I’m going to go see if the other bedrooms have en suites as well.”

Pouting, I followed after her. What a shame. It would’ve been nice to have a room with a bathroom. I liked to sleep naked, and Lindsay’s complained many times that waking up to my bare tits every day sucked the joy out of living, though I didn’t see how that made any sense. My body was banging.

Still, I would’ve liked to know that my bathroom is just across the room whenever I need it. Either way, it was just going to be the two of us, so it didn’t really matter. Lindsay would just have to get used to seeing my body for the rest of her life.

She popped out of one room, shaking her head. “No bathrooms, babe. I’m sorry.”

“If you're sorry, then give me this room.”

Her eyes twinkled mischievously. “No can do. I won it fair and square.”

“Liar,” I muttered, just as her phone rang.

Lindsay fished it out of her back pocket. Her face lit up when she glanced at the screen. “It’s my brother.”

I bit my lower lip, nodding as I stalked over to my boxes to take them to one of the other rooms to give her privacy. Lindsay’s brother was nine years older than us, and I’d only met him a few times. But those few times were all I needed to know that he was, quite frankly, the hottest man to ever live. I swear, I’d never seen a finer man in my twenty-three years of living.

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