Just Friends (Tracey X Franklin)

Just Friends (Tracey x Franklin)

Franklin flashed a smile at the camera, his powerfully sculpted arm wrapped around my waist. “Damn, Trace. We look good together, girl.”  

My cheeks heated. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to ignore the fluttering sensation in my chest. He was so close. Right behind me. Heart-stoppingly gorgeous and smelling divine. His chest pressed against my back, his biceps were like stone and his stomach was a slab of hard-worked muscle. Every slight movement warned of his strength, yet he was always so gentle with me. His touch was delicate—intimate even, and I was beginning to crave his physical affection more and more each day.  

His warm smile was like sunshine, and his rich husky laughter served as a healing balm for the soul after a long day. In his arms, my worries and fears were swept away in an instant. Los Santos didn’t seem like such a terrible place now that Franklin stepped into my life.  

We were best friends, and my family would never approve of us taking our relationship to the next level. Resisting him was the only way to keep the peace. But I was living a lie, pretending I was okay with only his friendship when I wanted—needed so much more. How long could I keep this up?  

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