He's my best friend and until now, I never think about him as the really sexy fireman he is. But then I get scared and in a moment of crazy weakness, passion takes over. I've been able to rely on this single dad for a long time but now… Have I screwed everything up?

ELIZABETH

“His arms are pure strength. His upper body is perfection. His eyes are like emeralds, so piercing and powerful and so impossible against a background of jet-black hair. His body is everything a woman could imagine. How in the world am I only noticing right now how perfect my best friend really is?”

I never expect to be with Preston.

He's perfect and any girl would be lucky to have him.

But I'm not any girl.

I'm his friend.

And we've been besties forever!

How can I be thinking about him any other way?

Well, sure, the man does have the best possible body.

And the man keeps me safe.

But now that we've crossed this line, we can never just be friends again, can we?

Are we going to be anything?