Your best friend managed to score the most attractive man you had ever seen. And he was a gentleman: chivalrous, protective, and great in bed; and you had fallen for him. You knew, ultimately, he was off limits, even if they broke up. But you couldn’t help read into his looks and gentle touches.

You couldn’t help the jump in your heart when your best friend called you, sobbing, telling you that he had broken up with her. You should have been angry and sad, but your heart said something different. It was wrong, right?

You managed to get her calmed down half an hour later and when you said your goodnight’s and hung up, a knock sounded at your door. You opened it, Ghost was standing there in the rain, drenched, like he had walked to you.

“If I pick you, am I picking the right one?” He asked, eyes red from tears.