From Best Friend To Fiancé

overprotective fake fiancé.” I teased him, feeling my nipples strain against my bodice.

And he saw it too.

“You’re driving me insane,” he said, but his voice was a low growl now, the words trembling with something that wasn’t frustration. His hand lingered against my hip a heartbeat too long.

I didn’t move. Couldn’t. The air between us turned heavy, charged—like a storm waiting to break.

His thumb brushed my waist. I felt it like a spark, shooting straight to where I ached for him. I told myself to step back, to walk away before it went too far. But my body had its own betrayal planned.

“You should go,” I whispered, though my fingers curled into the fabric of his jacket.

didn't even think you were listening to me last night.”

“I'm always listening to you.”

Because you hide behind jokes and sarcasm so no one sees you bleeding

“You’re my best fucking friend,” he said hoarsely. “I shouldn’t be imagining what you taste like.”