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I let my head fall onto the pillow and I let out a sigh of exhaustion. I let my eyelids fall and began to relax, until Justin’s arm found its way around my waist.

“What are you doing?” I murmured, sitting up.

He shrugged, “I just thought that you needed some comforting, that’s all.” He blushed a light pink and looked down.

I bit my lip and replied softly, “Thank you.” I looked down and my auburn bangs fell in my face. I sat there for a moment until I felt Justin’s warm hand caressing my cheek, pushing my bangs behind my ear. I didn’t know what I was doing. Why am I feeling like this? This is the guy who took me to senior prom even though he didn’t want to go. This is the guy I went camping with and made s’mores with. This is my best friend in the entire world. So why am I feeling like I want to kiss him, and lean into those hard muscles and…My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of Justin’s lips on my cheek.

“You’re so important to me, Anna,” he confessed, “If anything ever happened to you, I’d feel so alone.”

I took his hand and gave it a light squeeze. He looked up, his eyes dark and hazy, and smiled. I slowly lay back down, my head resting on the pillow and I slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I heard a loud knock on my door. I lifted myself out of bed and threw on my robe. I covered Justin up and closed the bedroom door. I heard the knocking again. It sounded angry and impatient. I opened the door to see Brad standing there, holding a bouquet of roses; pink roses. He smiled charmingly and walked in as if he owned the place.

“Hey beautiful,” he said, kissing me on the cheek.

Just then, Justin walked out of my room, in his t-shirt and pajama pants. He looked up groggily with a grin on his face. However, when he saw Brad, his face darkened. He stood up straighter and he walked over to me.

“Morning Anna,” he said, smiling darkly, “And you are?”

Brad looked from him to me and then back to him again. The roses dropped from his hands and hit the floor and he balled his hands into fists. His face began to turn the color of a tomato. I didn’t know what to expect, but I can tell you I didn’t expect what happened next. Brad flew at Justin, knocking him to the floor and started punching him in the mouth. What should I do? I thought. Then, I jumped on Brad’s back and pulled his hair and got him off Justin.

“Chill out!” I screamed at him, “That’s my best friend, Justin. He’s staying here because he’s in town for work and no hotels in this fucking town have vacancy.”

I helped Justin up and helped him into the kitchen to clean up his bruises. His lip was bleeding. I got him a cold, wet rag and we went back into the living room to see Brad sitting on the couch, muttering something to himself. I sat in my La-z-boy chair across from Brad and Justin stood behind me, looking so protective. With that thought, I smiled to myself and then I got down to business.

“Well Brad let’s start with this. Why didn’t you tell me we went to high school together?” I asked, curiously.

Brad looked up at Justin and scowled. “I suppose this fucker told you,” he growled.

“Hey! That’s my best friend you’re talking about,” I said, sternly, “and yeah he did tell me. At least he told me the truth.”

Brad stood up. “Listen, I don’t think this is going to work. I like you a lot, but now that you know I went to high school with you, it would be too weird.”

And with that, Brad walked out of my apartment and never darkened my doorway again. I listened and as the door clicked shut, I let out a huge sigh of relief.

“Thank God,” I said with exasperation, “I didn’t want to date him after what you told me last night.”

I felt Justin start kneading my shoulders again. I rolled my head forward and sighed as I felt his fingers kneading into my sore, knotted muscles. Then, I felt his breath tickle my ear and I shivered as he whispered, “You’re so knotted up.”

I turned to face him, now standing and I smiled, realizing I had fallen in love with Justin. But, there was no way ANYONE could get me to admit that. His eyes were glazed over and made them look an even deeper brown than they already were. I felt his arms find their way around my waist and then I was drawn in. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.