Jase… well, he was like a superhero in my eyes, the only person who’d been capable of pulling my brother out of his depression. Who would blame him though? If I was a dude and looked like him, my bedroom would be like a bus stop, but the ugly flash of jealousy told me that I wasn’t really happy with the idea of Jase being so, um… active.īut it wasn’t just his looks. He was older than me, my brother’s best friend, and I knew from the conversation s I’d overheard-er, eavesdropped on -between him and Cam, Jase put the ‘play’ in player. Like I’d keel over at any given second, pass out face down in the carpet like a giant dumbass.īut this was about Jase- Jase-Hot-as-Hell- Winstead-and if one thing was sure, when it came to him, nothing about me was expected. I’d been dancing in front of crowd of hundreds since I was knee high to a cricket and I didn’t get this anxious. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this nervous, which was freaking ridiculous. My knees were knocking together and sweat dotted my palms. Inhaling deeply, I forced the lungful of air out very slowly. Standing a few feet from the guest bedroom door, I said those four words one more time to myself, hoping they’d give me the courage to knock.
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