His head relaxes back into my grip as a rumbly moan catches in his throat, and while I know it’s only because of the massage, that sound piques my interest. When I think I have most of his hair covered, I start to massage it in, rubbing my fingers into his scalp. There’s a chance they won’t give it of course. He’s always done whatever will make us happy, and I just know if he finds someone kind and easy to talk to tomorrow night, he will ask for a name and number. He has a big heart, and when it comes to people he loves, he’s committed. “I’m going to fuck all of this up, aren’t I?”īut even saying that, I’m not sure. We’re living the bachelor life together.” I’m going to have to keep a closer eye on him than I thought. Otherwise this time next week I could be in a relationship again.” “You know your weaknesses and you’re working with them. “Don’t.” I don’t like when he doubts himself. “I feel like an immature kid for needing rules again.” “Do you remember the rules I gave you?” I ask. I work in silence for a couple of minutes, just while I get the hang of everything. He laughs softly while I take off my shirt just in case, then pull on the gloves and get to it. “I told you you’re not going to have a problem tomorrow night.”

“Sure.” He strips out of it and settles back into the chair again, but not before I get an eyeful of back muscles. “Want to take off your shirt before we get started?” Neither of us are interested in a relationship, so what’s a little fun between friends? All the guys and gals are gonna eat him alive.īut the more time we spend together, the less “not my type” he becomes. Good with his hands, kind eyes, and a killer smile. When my best friend comes to me for help post-divorce, I’m only too happy to impart wisdom on him.Īfter all, Griffin isn’t my type, but even I can tell he’s a complete lumbersnack. I talk a big talk about us only being friends, but my platonic rulebook has gone out the window. He was never supposed to show me literally.Īfter we wake up in bed together, I can’t stop looking at him differently, and one thing becomes abundantly clear. My kid is in college, my ex-wife and I are on good terms … but being single in my forties is a world different to being single in my teens.īut my best friend, Heath, has my back like he always does and is ready to take me out and show me how the bachelor life is done.

Walking away from my marriage was my idea of a fresh start. Trope: Friends to lovers, second chance at love Cover Design: Story Styling Cover Designs

Platonic Rulebook by Saxon James