Romans & histoires Más Que Amiga

I really do miss Lila. Her tiny voice, her smile, her low groan when she tries my meal… I miss her scent too. Is it normal for friends to have these feelings towards each other? But I don’t feel this way about Mason at all… or to any of my other friends. Ugh… I was getting along fine, working my fine, I even watched the Turkish series she recommended, “Adjm Farah.” I think. Masterpiece by the way… so it wasn’t the way it should be.

She straightened and shook her head, ‘Mi dispiace ragazzi, davvero, ma siete entrati davvero in quella situazione e so che siete solo 'amici con benefici' con le vostre signorine. Andate, divertitevi, avete tutta la mia benedizione.' [I’m sorry guys, truly I am, but you really walked into that one and I know you are just ‘friends with benefits’ with your young ladies. Go, enjoy yourselves, you have my full blessing.]

Jean questioned, and as Marie raised her eyebrow unable to understand why was she asked if that was it because both of them were best friends only. “I am sorry, are you not my best friend?” Marie asked. “Best friend is a small word to describe who I am to you because I want to be so much more,” Jean explained, and that was more than enough for Marie to get a hint from her about being interested in taking their friendship to the next level.

"You? You're my friend, Angel. Just a good friend." I raised an eyebrow, sensing a hint of something unsaid. "Just a friend, huh?" Selena playfully nudged me. "Yep, just a friend. A friend who happens to make fantastic pasta." We continued our dinner, the conversation flowing seamlessly between memories, Meta, and the subtle nuances of our relationship. As the night unfolded, I couldn't help but marvel at the intricate dance of connections, each moment adding a layer to the evolving story we were crafting together.

well, that makes me more embarrassed. Why is everyone thinking I'm Amira? "I am not Amira. Amira is my close friend, my name is Krisha. The friend of them both. " I answered. I look around the utensils and find some ladder and luckily, I haven't cast out some questions to have it. I feel like in being annoying.

"Get on top of him. Facing the other way." "Like a 69?" I ask, the words escaping before I can censor the hope in my tone. She grins. "Exactly." Fucking hell. Mason's about to put his cock right in my face. Our eyes meet. There's no hesitation. No shame. Just two hot best friends that are about to have their cocks in each other's mouths. I've never had another man do that to me before, but I'm sure I want him to.

I implore you to give it a listen, it is an amazing song. Mon amour (my love) Bon ami (good friend) As some of you already know I will no longer be able to uphold my promise of two chapters a week but I will continue to upload until the book is finished. If that means that some of you will walk away until it is done or walk away completely I understand and thank you so much for all the support you have given me this far.

"I'm not butting in in someone else's business, she's a member of AMAM which makes her my sister and she is also the lover of my best friend." "I'm sorry, AMAM? As in mama spelt backwards?" Chris questioned. "A Million And More. That's what we are."

I dropped my hands from his face and pouted, “I notice you - a lot. And it doesn't help that we are roommates. You know what would have been very cool?” “No I don't. But I'm sure you will fill me in.” I smiled, “if you weren't gay, it would have been so perfect to kiss you right now. Because I really want to, I've always wanted to - for weeks now. Not just kiss you, tonight would have been perfect to have a hot sex with my best friend and just forget about it tomorrow. I'm single after all.” Jax said nothing and when I looked up he was staring at me with that unreadable expression again.

My tone suddenly turned ice cold: "If that's the case, then why did you, her mate, receive the news before me, her best friend?" "Were you two really having some kind of midnight rendezvous in the dangerous forest?" Marcus choked, panic flashing in his eyes for a split second. But he quickly composed himself and roared at me indignantly: "What kind of time is this to worry about that? Scarlett is your best friend!" "Jenna, and you call yourself Head Warrior! You're so cold-blooded and heartless, you won't even save your closest friend!" Marcus's shouting drew other duty warriors and my lieutenant to check what was happening in my office.