A sexy and emotional story about two best friends that secretly fall in love, but struggle to keep a heartbreaking secret from tearing them apart.



When I met Greg Foster, the straight tight end for the Portland Pirates, the rookie needed a friend to bring him out of his shell. There was more to the shy twenty-two-year-old bookworm than met the eye, and I was the perfect person for the task. My roommate and best friend, Christian, was involved with the Pirates QB, so a new friend to hang out with was good.



I pushed down my attraction to him and became the best friend he ever had. We bar-hopped all over Portland and played video games in our apartments. We even loved the same indie band from Seattle.



Then we fucked up when we fell in love. And by fucked up, I mean we got married even though we knew our marriage had to remain a secret.



No one knew about us. Not even our closest friends. And every time they asked, we gave them the same line . . . we're just friends.



And ultimately, the reason for that secret would tear us apart. Now, here I was three years after meeting him, and wasn't sure how to survive without him. He was the love of my life, and I was his.



Contains mature themes.