![]() ![]() ![]() “I told you you’re not going to have a problem tomorrow night.” “Sure.” He strips out of it and settles back into the chair again, but not before I get an eyeful of back muscles. “Want to take off your shirt before we get started?” Neither of us are interested in a relationship, so what’s a little fun between friends? ![]() All the guys and gals are gonna eat him alive.īut the more time we spend together, the less “not my type” he becomes. Good with his hands, kind eyes, and a killer smile. After all, Griffin isn’t my type, but even I can tell he’s a complete lumbersnack. ![]() When my best friend comes to me for help post-divorce, I’m only too happy to impart wisdom on him. I talk a big talk about us only being friends, but my platonic rulebook has gone out the window. He was never supposed to show me literally.Īfter we wake up in bed together, I can’t stop looking at him differently, and one thing becomes abundantly clear. My kid is in college, my ex-wife and I are on good terms … but being single in my forties is a world different to being single in my teens.īut my best friend, Heath, has my back like he always does and is ready to take me out and show me how the bachelor life is done. Walking away from my marriage was my idea of a fresh start. ![]()
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