I've spent years fighting my feelings for her, but I can't do it any longer. Sam Harper, left tackle for the Barnett Bulldogs, has been my best friend since we were fourteen years old. Unfortunately, he sees himself as my unofficial big brother, which means the guy is a major cock block. He must have a sixth sense when it comes to me getting laid. It's frustrating how I can be on the verge of sealing the deal when Sam will appear out of nowhere, and suddenly my night is going up in a big ball of sexually frustrated flames. I think the guy enjoys messing with me. Why else would he take such perverse pleasure in doing it? Exactly. I'm thinking that Sam needs a girlfriend. Maybe then he'd stop trying to get in my way all the time. Except...I'm starting to notice things about Sam that I definitely shouldn’t be noticing. Like his piercing blue eyes that pin me in place. Or his short blond hair that I want to drag my fingers through. Not to mention those killer abs I sometimes catch a glimpse of when he stretches in class. The strange feelings that have sprung up in me are definitely starting to freak me out. I mean, we’ve always been friends and I don’t want that to change. What I need is for our relationship to slide back to the way it's always been. We have eight solid years of friendship behind us. That's not something I'm willing to throw away on a bit of sexual attraction that will eventually fizzle out. No matter how tempted I might be.