Friend Zoned

Sam Harper, left tackle for the Barnett Bulldogs, is my best friend and has been since we were fourteen years old.
Unfortunately, he sees himself as my unofficial big brother. Which is to say that the guy is a major cock block. I swear he has a sixth sense when it comes to me getting laid.
It's frustrating how I can be on the verge of sealing the deal when Sam will appear out of nowhere, and suddenly my night is going up in a big ball of sexually frustrated flames.
I think the guy enjoys messing with me. Why else would he take such perverse pleasure in doing it?
Exactly.
I'm thinking he needs a girlfriend. Someone to preoccupy him. Maybe then he'd stop trying to get in my way all the time.
Except...I'm starting to notice things about Sam that I definitely shouldn’t be noticing. Like those piercing blue eyes that pin me in place. Or his short blond hair that I want to drag my fingers through. Not to mention those killer abs that I sometimes catch a fleeting glimpse of when he stretches next to me in class.
The strange feelings that have sprung up in me are definitely starting to freak me out.
I mean, we’re friends. We’ve always been just friends. And I don’t want that to change. I don’t want to take a chance and lose Sam. Next to my grandparents, he’s all I have. What I need is for our relationship to slide back to the way it's always been. We have eight solid years of friendship behind us. That's not something I'm willing to throw away on a bit of sexual attraction that will eventually fizzle out.
No matter how tempted I might be.