No matter how good his butt looks in those jeans… Crap, I’m looking at his butt. Colin’s butt!
And the butterflies in my stomach are discoing now. Discoing!
I avert my eyes, but it’s too late. I have already had thoughts I shouldn’t have had, and flutters that shouldn’t have fluttered.
And I have a horrible feeling there’s no coming back from this.
No going back to the way things were before I realized that a part of me wants to climb my best buddy like a tree and make out with his sexy face…