“Anytime you want me to follow through, you just let me know.” Nate winked at her and wrapped his arms around her waist, snuggling his face against her chest.
                              
“Why are you in your underwear in my bed at two am? Isn’t your own bed good enough? No wait, I know you. Who was she and how far did you get before her father chased you out?” Grace asked, tone arch. She was used to his antics, well aware that he was a heartbreaker and yet women generally loved him anyways. The red head knew that everyone was waiting for the day that the best friends became something more, but she doubted the day would ever actually happen. Not that there wasn’t some chemistry there, but she’d never be foolish enough to give her heart to a man she knew couldn’t remember the names of all the women he’d slept with. Though that never meant that they didn’t sometimes have moments where the line of friendship got awfully hard to see.
                              
“It was Anastasia and I didn’t get near far enough to be happy. Her virtue remains intact.” Nate mumbled into her cleavage and rubbed his face against her chest like a large cat.
                              
“Nathaniel Spade Vega, do not try this crap with me right now.” Grace warned but her best friend was horny and a jerk.
                              
He lifted his face from her chest to bite down on her nipple and his thumbs started to gently dig into her hips. Grace bit her lip to keep the startled moan muffled and grabbed a handful of her best friend’s hair to try and pull his face away. He let her but only so that he could swoop down and kiss her senseless.
                              
One of the highlights and low points of being best friends with a modern reincarnation of Casanova, when she was going through the curious exploratory phases of puberty Grace got a very talented practice partner who now knew all the little things that rang her bells. This was one of those moments Grace wondered what life would have been like with a normal best friend, but she was too busy smacking his hands away from the hem of her shirt while he kissed her breathless. Part of her loved the attention, there were plenty of girls who would die to be in this position and she got it all the time. The thing was: she always put a stop to it because she wasn’t going to be another notch on a bed post.
                              
She felt the unmistakable presence of her best friend’s always eager arousal and pinched his cheek hard. Nate pulled out of the kiss and flopped over onto his back, not complaining when she slapped his chest and threw a cover over his face. “You’re an a**hole.” Grace repeated the insult and Nate laughed at her.
                              
“And you’re a cock tease. It’s why we’re so good together.” Nate replied with a smile, throwing the blanket back over his best friend and snuggling in behind her.
                              
Grace huffed for a moment, annoyed at his behavior but as he settled down behind her, spooning her loosely, she rolled her eyes and forgave him. It made no sense to anyone, but their friendship worked somehow. She wished he’d either stop being a man whore so she could fantasize about dating him, or stop with this sexual foreplay so she could get a normal boyfriend. But she knew some of it wasn’t his fault, he was willing to sleep with her, had said so plenty of times in fact. But he didn’t do girlfriends. Kept saying that he was too young to be that dedicated yet. And Grace refused to be anything but serious with a guy, and so this weird friendship continued. It kept other guys away from dating her though and she was going to have to have a serious talk with him about it one of these days. It was nowhere near fair that he could sleep with whomever the hell he wanted but she could never have a boyfriend.
                              
“I love you Graceless, you know that.” Nate mumbled.
                              
“I love you too Nitwit. Now go to sleep.” Grace replied, patting his hand and letting the sound of his breathing lull her into sleep. She knew that eventually he’d do something to make up for his behavior; he always found a way to make everything alright between them again. Just so he can go and screw it up some more later. Grace felt a smile on her lips as she drifted off completely.