When an injury sidelines him, I step up. Living with him will be easy. I can hide my feelings long enough to take care of him. I’ve done it for 13 years. A few weeks will be a piece of cake.
Except he depends on me for everything. Every touch, every move he makes has butterflies swarming my stomach. I can’t fall for him. Because he’s my friend. And he doesn’t see me as anything else.
But when his situation changes, he starts to see me in a new light. Am I willing to risk everything to see if we’ll be good together? Or will we always be destined to be just friends?