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girlfriend. I just felt safe with her, that’s why I thought I had feelings for her. But I knew that wasn’t true. My feelings were real.
    “See you later on this week?” Lizzie asked, her hand on my doorknob.
    I put my hands behind my head and looked over at her. “Call me anytime.”
    She grinned. “You know I will.”
    Damn, she had one hell of a libido, and it suited my eighteen year-old sex drive just fine.
    “Hey Garrett,” she murmured as she shut my door and stepped out into the hall.
    A few seconds later there was a knock on my door. “You decent, bro?”
    “No,” I yelled back to my brother.
    That should have been obvious. He knew why Lizzie came over, and I was pretty sure he’d heard us. She wasn’t exactly quiet.
    “Get decent. I’m coming in, and I don’t want to see your junk.”
    I rolled my eyes and sat up, getting off the bed to walk into my bathroom. I disposed of the condom, yanked my boxers back on and yelled for him to come in.
    Garrett wrinkled his nose when he walked in, and I knew my room smelled like sex. We’d gone a couple of rounds since I didn’t have class th at afternoon and neither did Lizzie. I wasn’t even sure what time it was.
    Instead of saying anything to my brother, I went over to the French doors and opened them wide, letting the California ocean air flow through the room and air it out.
    “Lizzie again?” Garrett asked in disbelief as he plopped down on the armchair in the corner of my room.
    I shrugged. “Your point?”
    “Is it going anywhere with her?”
    “No,” I answered curtly, crossing my arms in front of my chest. “She’s just a friend.”
    “What about Logan?”
    “She’s also my friend,” I answered, being a shithead on purpose, because I knew where he was going, and I wasn’t in the mood to talk about it.
    I was never in the mood to talk about it, and Garrett knew that, but he still pushed every now and again.
    We hadn’t really talked about my inappropriate feelings toward Logan since the day after I’d told her how I felt. I hadn’t wanted to talk then, but Garrett had pushed, and I was feeling battered and bruised, so I’d told him what was going on. He knew I’d kissed her, he knew Logan was upset, and he was pissed at me because it was my fault.
    Then he realized that I hadn’t been fucking around, and I truly liked her, so he’d sort of let me off the hook. But only sort of, since he let me know in no uncertain terms that my timing had sucked, and it was a shitty move to kiss her when she had a boyfriend.
    We’d both been friends with Logan since we were kids, and she’d always been like a second sister to both of us. We wer e equally protective of her, and both of us would go to the ends of the earth for her. Hurting her wasn’t an option.
    And Garrett, being the more level-headed of the two of us, never really did anything that he didn’t think through fully, and I knew he felt I should have considered the consequences of my actions when I decided to tell Logan I loved her. But I wasn’t thinking about consequences. All I could think about was the fact that the longer she spent with her boyfriend, the further away from me she got, and if I di dn’t act soon, I might never have a chance.
    But I was too late. She’d already fallen for him.
    And because of that I’d been sulking around the house for months, and my brother was either sick of it or trying to help. I wasn’t sure which, but either way, he kept bugging me about talking about how I was feeling. But I didn’t want to talk about it. Logan’s rejection didn’t sting any less after two months than it did the day she pushed me away.
    At least I hadn’t lost her completely, which I feared was a possibility when I realized how upset she was, because it wasn’t bad enough that I’d kissed her and told her how I felt, but I’d inadvertently done it in front of her boyfriend. He was friends with my brother, and he’d come over to hang out not knowing his