I’ve known Caleb Strong for over a year. We have a special kind of friendship—we make crude comments, double entendres, and tease each other mercilessly. But we’ve never crossed that line. We’re just friends . Until we start working together to renovate my childhood home. Seeing him shirtless working out in the sun is making me want something more. The way his corded forearms twist every screw, the way his biceps flex as he swings his hammer... I want to feel what that brute strength can do to me. I know once we cross that line, there’s no turning back. But I won’t deny it anymore, I want him to make a move. I have needs, and he’s got the tool for the job. We can still be friends after, right? It’ll just be casual. Until it isn’t…