She didn't envisage that all three of them would end up closer than ever-as close as you can get, in fact. I love that feeling you have when you walk into a club or bar or even down the street with a gorgeous guy on your arm. The other girls are jealous and the other guys are intimidated. Whenever Rick and I hit the town together, we turn every head. We look like the perfect couple; I'm slim, blonde, and curvy, but he's dark and has that classic inverted-triangle build. With his tall, good looks and sharp, flamboyant style, together with my long blond hair and penchant for miniskirts, we attract a great many envious glances, and we both love it. Well, what's the point of a gay best friend if you can't enjoy a little attention when you go out together?

Rick and I have been friends since our first week of college four years ago. My immediate thought when I saw him dressed in a tight, sparkling white T-shirt and designer jeans that clung perfectly to his strong, sculpted thighs, was who is that gorgeous man and how do I make him mine? So I marched right over and started a conversation with him. Within five minutes it was clear that I wasn't going to be his type. The penny dropped when he asked me if I knew who the "cute" black guy on the other side of the room was and if he was single. But we had such an instant rapport that I knew we would always be best friends. We shared an apartment at the university, and while we both had various boyfriends through the years, we saved the real emotional bond for each other. The joke was that if neither of us met anyone by the time we were thirty-five, we'd have to get married.

Last summer, Rick met someone he finally wanted to get serious about. By that time, we'd both moved to different areas and begun our "real" lives. When I got the call from Rick telling me that there was someone he wanted me to meet, I was instantly intrigued.

"You'll love Sam, Kyra," gushed Rick. "He's just amazing. So funny and gorgeous and, my God, what a fuck-I'm having the best sex of my life. So when can you come and meet him? What are you doing this weekend?"