Diving In by Bianca Giovanni

what he always does: getting
laid.
    I have class to look forward to, a new
school, new friends, new opportunities. My future’s ahead of me and
I know James will always be a big part of it, but it might be nice
to do some growing up. Maybe flirting with some other guys will
give me a chance to stop wistfully dreaming of a relationship with
my best friend, who just so happens to be incapable of monogamy.
James is in my heart forever, but I need to do what he said; I need
to separate it out and put the part of me that adores him far away
from the part of me that’s so sexually drawn to him. Never the two
shall meet. They never can. It would end in a fucking disaster.
    When the flight attendant announces we’re at
cruising altitude, I recline my chair back and decide to catch some
sleep. Though James and I may be far apart, we’re always together.
As long as I don’t let my lingering emotions get in the way, we can
be together forever, the very best and tightest of friends. Sure,
maybe we won’t get to fool around anymore, but being best friends
is definitely good enough for me.
     
     
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Other Works by Bianca Giovanni
    First
Dance
    Exposed
     
     
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Vice,
Virtue & Video Coming Soon!
     
    James and Lola will return in Vice, Virtue
& Video, book one of a full-length series that follows the duo
in their adult lives. James has become an adult film superstar and
lives two doors down from Lola in the San Fernando Valley.
Everything seems to be great for these two best friends until a
crazy porn producer sets her sights on Lola and James learns the
difference between kinky fun and real danger.
    Enjoy this free sample of the first chapter,
check out First
Dance , a free introductory short and Exposed ,
the second short in the series.
     
    “There you are, Lola!” My best friend James
says as I walk in the door of my apartment. It smells delicious in
here and I know he’s been slaving away on a tasty meal for us. He
cooks for me most nights and he has since I moved out to California
after graduating from college a couple years ago.
    “Sorry,” I shake my head with frustration,
“of course they asked me to make, like, a zillion copies as I was
walking out the door.” I’m an Ivy League grad whose only job
opportunity is as a glorified secretary in an accountant’s office. Thanks, economy!
    “It’s ok,” James says, walking his tall,
chiseled body over to give me a hug. He’s about a foot taller than
me and built like Michelangelo’s David, so he’s all firm and muscly
as I wrap my arms around him. “I figured I’d wait until you got
home to put the pasta in so it wouldn’t get all soggy,” he adds
sweetly.
    “Did you do the alfredo tonight?” My mouth
waters at the thought.
    “You know it!” He smiles, flashing me his
perfect, pearly whites.
    “Last night it was that delicious
mustard-thyme chicken and the amazing banana bread, today it’s
creamy fettuccine. I think you’re trying to fatten me up,” I grin
back up at him. James in an incredible cook and has been since he
was a teenager. Though I’m petite and generally pretty lithe, I’ve
gained ten pounds since moving out here and I’m certain he’s to
blame.
    “You’re, like, 80 pounds soaking wet, kid,”
he teases. “Somebody’s gotta help you put some meat on those
bones.”
    I smirk and roll my eyes with a laugh.
    “Want a glass of wine?” He offers, heading
back to the kitchen.
    “Yeah, lemme take this skirt off, the
zipper’s digging into my hip,” I reply, heading towards my
bedroom.
    My apartment is small and cramped, but it’s
cheap enough for me to afford and it’s two doors away from James’
place on the second floor of our complex.
    I kick off my stilettos, bringing me from
5’6” to my natural 5’2”, and peel off my pencil