As I walk to the door, I pray it’s not awkward. When I open it, I see Jake standing in the hallway. My heart instantly starts to pitter-patter just from the sight of him, but I push it aside. Friends don’t make friends’ hearts go pitter-patter. “Hi,” I say. Tiny lines crinkle the sides of his eyes as he smirks. “Hey.” The first thing I look at is that cocky mouth. Hot damn. Then, I gaze at his hands. Man hands. And of course, there’s that chest. I really need to get out of the house more often.
I bet he has nice, strong hands. And he's much more than just a friend at this point.
