Her Best Friend's Brother by T. Dell (read the beginning after the end novel .TXT) 📕

burying her head in his shoulder, and leaping into his lap. She had the flu for crying out loud. A gentleman would not be thinking what he was thinking.

Realy he had just wanted to cheer her up. And to be honest arriving home in time to find a bunch teenagers dancing around his back yard in costumes, his sister plastered al over pre-med John, and no Libby had been more than a little disappointing. So when his mother had asked him to bring the soup over he had ignored her annoying wink and hustled himself over to see Libby.

When the soup was gone and Johnny Depp was on his way to adventure on the high seas, Tony turned to Libby. “Is that Parker felow going to mind you watching a movie with me, or Sam Tucker?”

“You have a weird obsession with Sam Tucker. What about Effie?” Libby dodged the question. It was true that she was supposed to be on a date with Parker right now. But that was more of a matter of default due to their best friends being make-out buddies more than anything else.

“Effie isn’t my girlfriend Lib.” Tony sounded agitated as though he was tired of answering that question.

This was categoricaly unfair as Libby went out of her way This was categoricaly unfair as Libby went out of her way to completely ignore her existence.

“We were friends who were rooming together, and I have hardly seen her since we moved back to campus.” Not that it was her business, but it suddenly seemed important to Tony that Libby understand. “I don’t have a girlfriend at the moment.”

His words reverberated in the air for a little while. Libby could almost feel the electricity zinging between them. She opened her mouth to say something and

—she sneezed a loud and somehow hilarious sneeze. They were both laughing uncontrolably, and Libby was trying to catch her breath. It was amazing that even though the delicious tension from a moment ago had disappeared Libby was stil having the time of her life.

“I’l get you some tissues. I should have thought of that.” Tony was stil chuckling as he unfolded himself from his corner of the couch. “Do you need anything else?”

“Actualy the Nightquil is over the sink if you don’t mind bringing it to me.” Nightquil usualy knocked Libby out, but she knew she had taken the last of the daytime stuff, and she didn’t want to risk another sneeze like that in front of Tony.

As Tony walked down her halway Libby alowed herself a long look. Tony was wearing a blue Columbia tee shirt, and old washed-soft blue jeans. Most guys you wouldn’t even notice their pants, unless they were yelow plaid or something else equaly odd. Tony made denim look good. It was his thighs she decided. She could see the toned muscles flexing as he walked. And his tee shirt fit snuggly across his broad shoulders. Tony had played footbal for as long as Libby had known him. Even at colege he had a group of buddies she knew that got together for a pickup game at least once a week. Al those years on the footbal field had done Tony’s upper body good. He wasn’t bulky like some footbal players, but lean and broad with upper arms that strained slightly at his sleeves. She loved those arms. When Tony came back and after Libby had dutifuly swalowed her medicine he settled himself onto the couch, draped one strong muscled arm around Libby’s shoulders, and leaned back to watch the movie.

Libby tried to fight the effects of her cold medicine, but long before the hero got his girl she was slumped over onto Tony’s shoulder and sleeping deeply. Tony considered carrying her to her room, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. And anyway her mother wouldn’t be home for hours, and what if Libby needed someone? So he leaned back into the arm of the couch, and puled Libby, stil wrapped in her blanket, into his chest. It was getting late and he concentrated on matching his breathing with the rise and fal of her back until he too drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Libby woke up in her own bed and felt as if she had never slept better in al her life. It took her awhile to focus and then she remembered Tony visiting, bringing her soup, and a movie. She also had a fuzzy memory of Tony wrapping her in his arms and snuggling her close to him, but that part was probably a dream. There was no way that her mom, at 5 foot nothing could possibly have gotten Libby from the couch into her bed, and that left Libby with one thriling option for how she had gotten back into bed last night. Sitting up she found a thick blue folder at the foot of her bed.

Opening it she found a note scrawled in Tony’s familiar messy writing.

Libby,

Your mom is back, and I have to gethome. I am leaving you the first completed draft of mybook. I did promise you could be the first to read it,remember? Take a look when you get chance. I hopeyou like it.

Love, TonyPs: In case you were worried—Johnny Depp getsaway and Orlando Bloom gets the girl

So that was her surprise. Libby grinned widely as she settled back into her pilows and began to read.

Chapter Five

“We did it!” Mel was jumping up and down and squealing her very best squeal. The pale green graduation gown bounced lightly as Mel did her dance. Pale green looked wonderful against Mel’s blond hair and fair skin.

John picked Melanie up and spun her around in a circle.

“Congrats babe!” He said, before wrapping her in a slightly inappropriate embrace. They were so ridiculously cute together. “You too Libster.” John shot her with a finger gun. God she hated that nickname.

Parker pressed a kiss to the top of Libby’s head. “Yeah. Congrats.” He whispered. Libby