Crushing On My Brother’s Best Friend Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
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Even with two jobs, it mounted. I was determined to figure a way out, on top of working insane hours as an MD.

“Even so,” Adam goes on, “money’s money.”

“It’s all good,” I reply. “There’s no rush. Take all the time you need.”

“I was wondering if you’d want to stay here with me. We’ve got the spare room.”

There’s a plea in his voice. Adam would never say it, but I wonder if he’s getting lonely in that house without Eva.

The thought of Harper stops me from saying yes. She surely visits her brother, which means I’ll have to see her again.

This means, next time, I might do more than place my hand on her leg. I’ll have every intention of holding myself back, of being the man Adam deserves, the best friend he needs.

But once I see Harper, with her wild brown hair, flushed cheeks, and kissable lips…

“Bryson?” Adam says, and there’s no mistaking it this time.

He’s lonely. He needs a friend.

“Of course,” I tell him. “Thank you. That’d be great.”

“Awesome. I’ll get the room made up.”

At a red light, I close my eyes for a moment, telling myself I won’t lose control. I won’t snap the next time I see Harper. I won’t slide my hand up her leg, press down, or kiss her to capture her intoxicating moans.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Harper

“Tiffany made it,” I say, putting the lasagna on the kitchen divider.

Adam smiles at me from the sink as he pours himself a glass of water. He’s keeping up a brave front, maybe for my sake, but I see the tightness at the corners of his eyes and the twitch in his lips. He’s holding back so much.

“Tell her thanks,” he replies, leaning against the counter. “And thanks for coming by.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” I walk around the divider and pull him into a hug. “It’s what I’m here for.”

He pats me on the back. “You’re a good person, sis. But sometimes I wonder where that crazy little girl went, running around with a microphone in her hand, causing mayhem, trying to interview everybody and their dog.”

I laugh. “I’m still her, and somebody else. It’s called growing up.”

“Do you think you’re grown up at nineteen?” he asks.

His tone becomes oddly serious, just as it did the night Bryson grabbed my leg when Adam called me to check in. I’m not sure why I think about that now. Except that everything, no matter how hard I try, reminds me of that moment.

As the days have passed, I’ve become even more convinced I imagined it, even as the sensation of Bryson’s hand burns into my skin at night. Fueling my obsession, my never-ending thoughts, and my dreams for a future that can never be.

“Yes,” I say firmly.

Adam nods. “It’s a tricky thing, age. I look at some of the young men who join my company, and they might as well be twelve or thirteen, even if they’re around your age. Then I look at you… with your own apartment, pursuing your dreams, working all the hours you can get to support yourself.”

“I learned from the best,” I say, smiling up at him. “After Mom and Dad left… I never wanted to be your problem. I wanted to be self-sufficient.”

“Next you’ll be saying you’ve found a man and you’re getting married,” Adam replies, laughing, but it sounds forced.

“Yeah, right,” I say, voice heavy with sarcasm so he can’t hear the longing there.

I know Bryson hasn’t returned to the West Coast. Adam mentioned it offhandedly a few days ago. He’s here, helping Adam with business, but I haven’t seen him yet.

“You don’t want that?” he asks.

“Why the sudden interest?”

I busy myself with putting the lasagna in the fridge, meaning I don’t have to look into my brother’s searching gaze. If I focus on the small movements, lifting the tray, balancing it, opening the fridge, reducing my life down to those little beats… then maybe my mind won’t fly away to thoughts of Bryson, to the feeling of his firm hand squeezing my thigh, his eyes on me.

“I’m just wondering,” Adam says.

“I want kids. And a husband.” I turn back to him. “I’ve told you that before. A house full of happiness.”

Adam nods. “Yeah, I know. I want that for you too. Eva and I… well, there’s no point thinking about what might’ve been.”

I walk into the kitchen, hugging my brother again.

The sun shines through the window, though there’s ice in the air, making the garden shimmer.

Adam’s cell phone rings.

“Hey, bro,” he says, and I know immediately that he’s talking to Bryson.

I’ve heard that so many times, the Hey, bro. Since I was a kid, I hungered for any scrap of Bryson, the most fleeting sight, firewood for the flickering, the raging, the crackling in my mind.

“Yeah, sounds good. I’ve got the room ready.”

There’s a pause, and I repeat Adam’s words over and over. He’s got the room ready. Does that mean Bryson is staying here?


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