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to me. What’s going on?" he questioned, with a deep, southern erotic drawl, as he stood in her personal space. Just as she was about to speak, Dylan’s rich oak scent drifted into her nostrils and immediately sent shockwaves throughout her system, rendering herparalyzed from head to toe . First, her mouth became parched, then her dark eyes become heavy, while her pulse quickened. Get control of your emotions, Carrie Heights! Don’t let him see you sweat.
    But, it was too late. She was already a willing victim in his sexual game.
    "Are you okay?" he questioned as he moved closer, staring at her unusually pale face.
    She didn’t respond, so a concerned Dylan inched even closer. So close that Carrie thought she would pass out right in front of him.
    "Carrie what is it? Come here," he whispered as he wrapped his strong masculine arms around her hourglass waistline. A waistline that she kept under lock and key. His embrace felt like a warm fire during a cold, blustery winter's night. It was intense and inviting.
    Carrie purred as she nestled her face into his massive chest. Dylan could sense that she needed his affection so he squeezed tighter. Then tighter. Pressing his fingers into her flesh, he rested his face close to hers. The feeling was overwhelming. And, not just for Carrie. Dylan also felt a sense of peace as he was wrapped in her embrace. "Gosh, I've missed you so much. I missed my best friend.” And, he truly did. He missed her desperately.
    For the last few months, Dylan felt as if someone had ripped his heart out of his chest. He could hardly eat, think or sleep without her in his life. Shit, she was his rock. His one constant. And, ever since she pulled away from him, he was beginning to question everything. Tonight, he needed her to know that whatever was going on in her life he would be there for her, no matter what.
    "Dylan, I really need to talk to you about something that's been on my mind," she managed to utter still holding tight to his warm flesh.
    "Anything honey, you know that. Just tell me."
    "I don't know how to. I really don't!”
    "We've been best friends since we both were kids. If you can't talk to me, who can you talk to?" He stated still locked in a deep embrace.
    "It’s not that easy," she managed to say between sobs.
    Dylan quickly stepped back. He needed to see her face. What in the hell was eating away at her so badly? What was making his best friend shed tears?
    "Don't cry. Is it work? Is it some guy? Do you need money?" The questions fell quickly from his lips, and she nodded "no" to them all.
    "Fuck. What is it? This is tearing me apart," he growled as he placed both of his hands on her face. He planted a warm kiss on her forehead, then another. The intimacy of the situation was intense and although neither verbalized their desires, they both had crossed an invisible line. A line neither was prepared for in their vulnerable positions. What in the hell was going on?
    Carrie tried to control her needs, but his nearness was driving her sick with lust and desire. Get control of yourself. This is your best friend. He doesn't see you that way . But it was too late. Carrie was already swimming in the deep end of her sexual fantasies and she didn’t want to come up for air. She wanted to be suffocated in Dylan’s warm breath and strong arms. She wanted to be ravaged by his full desirable lips. "Dylan, please hold me for one more minute, okay?" She managed to utter as she tried to get control of her feelings. He immediately acknowledged her request by pulling her close.
    "Alright Carrie, I'll hold you for a while longer. Then, you have to tell me everything,” he stated lovingly as he nestled his face close to her hers. His hands massaged the small of her back while he pressed tiny kisses to her face, hoping it would calm her down. Unbeknownst to him, it was doing the opposite. The complete, fucking opposite.
    Carrie tried to will the sexual stirrings away, but Dylan’s nearness caused her