Just a Crush by Tabatha Kiss

She’s my biggest fan.
She’s my father’s employee.
She’s my muse.
She’s my friend.
She’s a virgin, too.
She’s, well…
Let’s just say it’s getting complicated.
She was right in front of me the whole time, smiling and blushing behind the front desk at my family’s hotel.
But last night, I saw more than the girl in the blue and gold blazer. I saw red hair, red lips, and bright red knees.
Best of all, I heard music. Months of songwriter’s block led me to her and now, I can’t stop strumming my guitar.
I need more.
I need to be around her.
I need her.
But it’s not what it sounds like. We’re just friends.
Really.