“Don’t be such an asswipe.” I feel the shift in the air as he says it. His other hand cups the back of my neck and pulls me forward. He stares into my eyes for a heartbeat before tilting his head and crushing his lips to mine.

I’m stunned. Immobile. Frozen.

But he’s a furnace. Hot and hard and solid. Pushing me into the wall and grinding his muscled body into mine as he presses my lips with firm force. This can’t be happening. This isn’t us. We’re buddies. Bros. I inhale to tell him just that when he slides his tongue into my mouth and groans, the low rumble reverberating against both our chests.

He pulls back enough to talk, but his lips are still on the skin of my jaw. “Tell me you love me.”

“No.” The room is vibrating with this strange kind of tension. My God, Fletch just kissed me. His mouth is still on me. This isn’t like when we accidentally touch when we are kissing Penelope. This isn’t me getting carried away when he was in the vicinity of the pussy I wanted to lick. Everything is changing now, and it can’t. I can’t lose him. He’s all I’ve ever had that was mine.

His teeth scrape against my skin. “You do. You can’t lie to me. I know you.”

My insides are trembling. In my old life, before Penelope moved in, I was the aggressor during sex with girls. I don’t know how to be this way, the way he makes me feel. “Fletch, why are you doing this?”

“This is what comes next. This was always supposed to happen. You know it. Deep down, you know it.” He pushes against me, the press of his hard muscles so solid. Shit, my cock is responding. Hardening. This can’t be happening.

It’s just adrenaline. And confusion.

God the heat of his body is radiating around me like I’m baking in the sun. There’s a beat of silence, one where I look into the eyes of the best man I know and feel something I’ve never felt before.

“You know it,” he repeats

I shake my head slowly. “I don’t know anything right now, man. This is crazy.”

“This is love,” he says, and then his mouth is on mine again, kissing me so deep, so hard. His hands grasp my hair and our tongues rub together, and I feel it like it’s our cocks. Someone groans. It might be me.

Love. Is it? Is that what we’ve been doing?

Fletch thrusts his hips into mine, pressing me against the wall and grinding us together. My cock is engorged now. Filling with need. I roll my hips, searching for friction. I’m mindless for it. The pressure is so good, so intense.

“I need...I need...”