Sam Harper is my best friend and has been since we were fourteen years old. Unfortunately, he sees himself as my unofficial big brother. Which is to say that the guy is a major cock block. I swear he has a sixth sense when it comes to me getting laid. It's frustrating how I can be on the verge of sealing the deal when Sam will appear out of nowhere, and suddenly my night is going up in a big ball of sexually frustrated flames. I think the guy enjoys messing with me. Why else would he take such perverse pleasure in doing it? Exactly. I'm thinking he needs a girlfriend. Someone to preoccupy him. Maybe then he'd stop trying to get in my way all the time. Except...I'm starting to notice things about Sam that I definitely shouldn’t be noticing. Like those piercing blue eyes that pin me in place. Or his short blond hair that I want to drag my fingers through. Not to mention those killer abs that I sometimes catch a fleeting glimpse of when he stretches in class. The strange feelings that have sprung up in me are definitely starting to freak me out. I mean, we’re friends. And I don’t want that to change.