All Chapters of Knocked Up By My Brother’s Best Friend: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

She finally turned to me, and I got lost in her forest green eyes for a moment. We were so close, just a breath’s width apart. My gaze drifted to her lips, and I forced myself to look up again. She leaned forward, closing her eyes as she pressed her mouth against mine.I froze at first, unable to breathe.How many times had I thought about what it would feel like to kiss her? And how many times did I have to push that ridiculous fantasy away and feel guilty about it later when I saw her or Sean?I should have pulled back then, but I was weak. Her tongue slid across my lips, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I parted my lips and met her tongue with mine. We kissed hungrily, hands gliding over each other’s face, neck, and shoulders. I sifted my fingers through her hair and tugged. She moaned in response, and I took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, circling my tongue against hers.I wanted to hear her moan like that again, many times, because of me. The erotic sound rattled through me

CHRISGuilt burnedthrough my veins as I leaned against the table. Everyone had grown quiet after Sav left the room. A few seconds later, Sean broke the silence.“Well, that was awkward,” he said and shook his head. He glanced at me. “Sorry about her, man.”“Give her a break,” Nicole said, touching his arm. “It means a lot to her.” She looked at Jackson. “She’s always talking about how to improve the store.”Jackson nodded, scrubbing at his salt-and-pepper beard. “She cares and wants Sparks to flourish. She doesn’t want to give up.”Sean sighed. “Yeah, I know. The bookstore means a lot to her.” He stood, grabbing his plate and Nicole’s. “We need to head home soon. Nicole’s on cafeteria duty for breakfast.”He carried the plates into the kitchen as Nicole said goodbye. Sean thanked me again for coming. “Sorry about Sav. I don’t know what got into her.”“It’s not your fault,” I said.It’s entirely mine.He nodded and patted my back. “Let’s meet up this weekend for drinks.”Once they were

SAV“Take a breath,”Penny said as I held the phone to my ear while I arranged and rearranged the book display near the cashier station. “You sound like you’re doing aerobics, for God’s sake.”Naturally, I’d confided in my best friend that I had to face Chris at the bookstore. Even if I hadn’t, she’d have known something was bothering me, if not on the phone, when I met her later.Penny worked as an art curator at a gallery a few stores down from mine, and lunch was our thing. She’d called my cell phone a few minutes ago to confirm our lunch date.“I’m breathing just fine,” I said calmly, rearranging the bestsellers again. “There should be more of a blend between the new books and the classics.”Grampa walked by, pushing a cart filled with books to restock. “Great job, Savannah. That looks lovely.”I smiled. “Thanks.”He tilted his head. “Yep, you can stop messing with them and get ready for Chris. He should be here any minute.”I frowned as my shoulders slumped. “Okay, Grampa.”He win

CHRIS“Look who’s finally here!”Sean shouted from across The Tavern. I clocked him and Brian, another long-time friend, in a booth in the corner of the empty bar.I’d known Brian since I was ten years old and his family had moved to Carswell from the city. Sean was book smart, I had been wild, and Brian was reliable. He worked for me as a project manager, so I saw him almost daily.I forced a smile, waving at the bartender and other customers I recognized on my way over. Seeing Sean sent me a fresh wave of guilt after my impure thoughts about Sav earlier in the day. During my tour of Sparks, I kept checking her out when she wasn’t looking, imagining what her body looked like under the long skirt, book nerdy crop top, and light cardigan. When I held her hand in mine, I swear I sensed the same heat between us that I felt years ago on that night. I almost pulled her into my arms so I could feel her lips again.Her face also captured my attention each time she spoke. She had the most ador

SAV“We could rent storage space,”I suggested to Grampa as he discussed what to do about the inventory on the second floor.It was midday, and I stood behind the cashier counter while he was on the other side, leaning over the list I’d made while brainstorming ideas. Chris wanted to block the stair entrance soon to begin developing the office space on the second floor. We had a few weeks to empty everything out, but they would reorganize the inventory to make room in a few days.Grampa gave me a look over his reading glasses. “We can rent a small storage unit, but I don’t want to replace the money we’re saving with a new expense. We need to scale to about forty percent of the space we’re using to make room for your coffee shop idea.”I nibbled on my lip, hating that he was right.The second floor was primarily dedicated to historical, nonfiction, and rare books. I’d handpicked many of them, hoping they would find a home with the right people, but all they did was take up space. They h