We'd been friends nearly our entire lives.Only friends... at least on the outside. I always cared for Devon more than I should, wanted things with him that didn't happen between "just friends."Until one night of drinking changed that.I ended up in Devon's bed after one too many drinks. I wished I could say I didn't remember what we did and feign ignorance. But I knew.I remembered every passionate, heated moment. I remembered the way he touched me,...