Page 175 of Rock Me All Night
This time, I'm not challenging him.
I nod, and follow him to the car.
Truth is, I want to go to dinner with Drew. I want to live with Drew. I want everything with Drew. I’ve liked him since the day his family moved in to the house down the block and he invited me over to watch Batman cartoons.
I was eleven. He was one year older, already six inches taller than I was, already effortlessly cool. We were close until high school pushed as apart. By the time he went off to college, we weren’t speaking. I figured I’d never see him again. Then he became a rock star, and IknewI’d never see him again.
I was wrong. About a year ago, he got back in touch. He wasn’t a narcissistic fame whore who plowed through groupies. He was still Drew, that same caring, over-protective guy who could always see through me, who made me feel safe.
It was impossible to do anything but be his best friend.
Yes, I want him more than I want to breathe. I like him. More than that even.
But it’s not worth risking our friendship. Sex will ruin things. It’s better to be around him, even if he’ll never be mine.
Drew is the most important person in my life.
I can't screw that up.
