My Best Friend's Hot Dad

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ld. We share a street and they were welcoming when my father and I moved here back then. It was a luxurious neighborhood, but the glistening facades of the mansions were nothing compared to the dreams

aves around her shoulders. Her bright green eyes held a hint of misc

et to embark on a new chapter of our lives next year. "My dad left to attend some meetings so I was bored," I said as she placed the grape juice in front of me. My dad w

fridge and then she turned back to me. "It is very difficult to choose which college to apply to. Journali

r mother, but she had his piercing blue eyes. Her mother passed away three years ago and it had been difficult for both of them. My mother passe

you to live your life and hav

would suggest that he starts to date again, but I

e. I must admit that I have a tiny crush on Mr. Crane

u are right

I might pursue as a possible career choic

!" she was always

thinking a lot about my future lately.

ow, Elona!" she was taken aback. "You've got the looks and th

ople, and I really believe I can make it. I will never know if I do not try and maybe that shyness can disappear. I am still

e. I have no doubt that you will be great, Elona. And y

u know that I will do th

said. We heard the front door open and close and I knew who it was. My hea

's voice behind me, "Good afternoon, girls," he

him. Mr. Crane was undeniably attractive, with sharp features and a charisma that seemed to radiate

hose haunting forest green eyes that haunt m

juice. I was feeling the heat that creeped up into m

it is that you want to apply to?" he asked Crislynn as he went to the cupboard and he reached to the top to g

y to write. Is it okay that Elona can stay over for dinner? Her father is out t

ntil he stopped sipping. "That is fine with me, in the meantime, I have some work to catch up on in

ynn's dad, but as a man. And as his eyes met mine for a fleeting moment, I

and the mesmerizing green eyes made it hard for me to focus on anything else. I couldn't believe I was sitting in his home, about to have dinner

e had shared. It was as if a switch had been flipped, and I found mysel

raced when he was near, or the way my cheeks flushed when he spoke to me? My infatuation felt like a secret I

ly dynamics, and the respect I had for Crislynn's father all formed an insurmountable b

ns and our upcoming graduation, but Mr. Crane's presence remained a constant distraction.