Chapter 9 My Bestfriend's Bride - Three

• Chapter 03
• The kitchen smelled like coffee and fresh bread, but I barely tasted any of it. My pulse was still erratic from last night, from Daniel’s hands and his body grinding me against the couch while Michael whistled a tune over scrambled eggs.
• Now it was morning again, and Michael was outside in the garden trimming hedges, humming the same damn song, his back to the window. He couldn’t see me in here—but he was close. Too close.