Hating My Best Friend by B.B. Hamel

I absolutely, positively, and completely loathe the guy that took my v-card.
He was my best friend and I thought we were finally becoming something more.
…. Until the morning came and he was gone.

Major Morris broke my heart.
He was my best friend and we were supposed to do everything together.
And apparently that included swiping my v-card.
It was incredible, everything I always wanted, except for one small thing.
The next day, he disappeared.

Major Morris is still an a-hole.
We haven’t spoken for seven years and now he’s back in town.
He’s a professional baseball player but an injury has him sidelined.
And apparently he wants to rekindle what we had.