Page 33 of Charming my Best Friend

For a moment, I wanted to smell her hair. And that thought led to me wondering what it would be like to watch it drag over my naked torso knowing that she was going to wrap her sassy mouth around me. And in my mind, I imagined that she’d make the same face she made when she was eating ice cream, that her dark eyes would be full of enthusiasm and mischief.

“Aiden!”

“What?”

“Do you want another one of those?”

“Yeah, sure.” I clenched my jaw and exhaled through my nose, trying to put the image of Lucy on her knees out of my head.

For the next few minutes, I didn’t say anything. Instead, I just focused on my drink, relishing the way the harsh bourbon burnt my throat and sloshed in my belly. “You have dinner yet?” I asked.

“No, but I could eat.”

“Me, too.”

“You wanna get something here or go somewhere else?” she asked.

“I’ve got some nacho stuff and a bunch of taquitos back at my place.”

“That sounds perfect,” she said.

I looked at the lip gloss mark on her glass. “Think you can handle the cooking?”

She shrugged. “It’s not really cooking as much as assembling.”

“True, but you’re probably better in the kitchen than me.”

She rolled her eyes. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

I poured some ice cubes into my mouth.

“Do you have something besides Jack at your place?” she asked.

I closed my eyes for a second and tried to picture the bottom shelf of my fridge. “I’ve got plenty of beer, maybe one or two bottles of cider, and a half empty bottle of vodka.”

She crinkled her nose.

“But I could pick up some shandys at the store across the street if you want,” I said.

“Are you bribing me with shandys?”

I smiled. “Only if it’s working.”

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