She thinks I’m harmless. The nerd. The quiet one. Her personal emotional punching bag since we were kids. She calls me her comfort zone—her best friend. But I’m not just her friend. I’m the guy who gets hard when she climbs into my lap laughing. The guy who clenches his fists when she talks about other men. The guy who’s been in love with every soft inch of her since the day she hugged me and told me I “felt like home.” She doesn't know what she does to me. That every time she crashes at my place after a breakup, wearing my hoodie and nothing underneath... I have to fight not to press my mouth to her thighs and show her what I’ve been holding back for years. She sleeps beside me. Touches me. Tells me I’m the only man who’s never wanted her body. If only she knew the filthy things I’ve imagined doing to it. She thinks bestfriends don’t get hard. But she’s wrong. So fucking wrong. And one day soon... She’s going to find out just how hard I’ve been for her.