Page 84 of Be My Compass

She winces. “Tomorrow?”

“Ollie invited us to hang with them.” I eye her. “He wants to meet you.”

She shrugs. Slips her bra straps up. “Sure. You speak so highly of him that I love him already.”

“He’s married,” I say without thinking.

She glances up. Smirks. Kisses me softly. “Even if he wasn’t, it wouldn’t matter.”

My heart bucks like a bull gone wild.

A stupid, sloppy, silly grin grows on my face.

And that’s when I know I’m too far gone.

Whatever the hell this is, it’s more than just physical.

A hell of a lot more.

I want my best friend’s body.

And I want her whole freaking heart.

It’s not one or the other.

It’s all.

It’s everything.

It’s Kaelyn.

Nineteen

Kaelyn

I’m in the middle of a drive-thru when my phone rings.

It’s loud. Shrill. Insistent.

My left hand doesn’t move from the steering wheel.

My right keeps stroking my bottom lip.

I’m too stunned.

Too satisfied.

Too nervous.

I’m trying to make sense of the insanity.

Of the beautifully impossible reality.

My best friend.

An empty office.

A raised desk.

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