Sami

What the hell am I doing?

My heart is racing, and all I can think about is Marshal. Of course I'm thinking about the way his chest feels against mine, how strong and sturdy it is. I'm thinking about his arms and how he surrounds me, protecting me from the world.

But those aren't necessarily new thoughts. I mean, we've been friends forever, since long before he was sexy as hell and six feet plus. Sometimes to me, he's still the short, freckle-faced boy who lives ...