Protective Heart Special Edition

<p><strong>I've lied to myself for years about being in love with my best friend.</strong></p><p> </p><p>Everly Bowman and I don't make sense. She's sunshine personified and I hate everyone. Well everyone but her. For years I've been able to pretend like she isn't my whole world. But that comes to a screeching halt when she needs a place to stay and my apartment is her only option.</p><p> </p><p>Suddenly she's everywhere I turn. Even her scent is branded into my sheets. And thanks to our unofficial romance book club I've been amassing an encyclopedia titled <em>Everly's Pleasure Buttons</em>. Each week it gets harder to ignore how much I want to make her fantasies come true. Especially when we crawl into my bed every night.</p><p> </p><p>But I won't jeopardize what we have for anything so I'm fine with lying to myself and pretending like I don't dream of calling her mine.</p><p> </p><p>At least I was until I see her with <em>him</em>.</p>