Page 42 of Charming my Best Friend

“Sure there is. The way you get that big block in your little hand like that and bite your lip while you’re cutting it.”

“Okay, now you’re just making fun of me.”

“What do you expect me to do?” I asked.

“Not tease me.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you don’t always meet my expectations either.”

“I’m listening.”

“Maybe I expect you- as my friend- to not run out on me in my time of need.”

She laughed. “I only ran out on you because I realized I couldn’t help you meet the kind of needs you were looking to satisfy.”

“How do you know?”

“Cause.”

“You could’ve at least tried.”

“You would’ve liked that, would you?”

“I wouldn’t have run out on you like a banshee.”

She sighed.

“C’mon, don’t you think you overreacted a bit?”

“No,” she said. “I don’t. I was trying to be a good friend.”

“By abandoning me?”

“By removing myself from a situation where we might’ve made a mistake.”

“The only mistake I made was letting you get away. You could be eating pancakes in bed right now if you hadn’t blown your chances with me.”

“Blown my chances?! Can you even hear yourself? Did it even occur to you that maybe I don’t want a chance to roll around in your fancy t-shirt sheets?”

“So you’ve thought about it?”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously good at kissing.”

“Aiden.”

“What?”

“No.”

I laughed. “Is it cause I’m out of your league or-”

She gasped so hard I thought she might’ve sucked the phone into her mouth.

“That was a joke.”

“I should think so.”

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