Megan’s breathing quickened as she moved against Justin. She brushed her lips against his throat, wishing she could make him feel the way he made her feel. She’d never have imagined that in just a few short weeks she’d be this exposed; this vulnerable. But it was different with Justin. Things were always different with Justin. They may have only been together a few weeks, but that had been all it had taken to mesh seventeen years of friendship into something considerably more. Egan wasn’t sure how to describe it; how to explain just how much Justin meant to her, just how much it would hurt not to have him there; with her. She just hoped he’d know.