Page 43 of Charming my Best Friend

“Does that mean you don’t want to hang out today?”

“No. I mean, yes. Sorry,” she said. “What I mean is, I think you should sign up for Tinder and take your sexual frustration out on someone that doesn’t know you always cheat at Monopoly and prefer Superman band aids.

“I can’t believe you’re throwing that in my face,” I said. “And I haven’t cheated at Monopoly since-” I rolled my eyes up to the ceiling.

“The last time you played?”

“I was trying to be a realistic banker.”

“Well, you did a good job.”

I smiled. “So if I try this Tinder crap, can we hang out again?”

“If you promise to keep your hands to yourself.”

“I promise nothing,” I said. “But only because it will make your life more exciting.”

“My life is exciting enough already. Please don’t do anything crazy on my account.”

“Last night was pretty crazy, though, wasn’t it?” I asked.

“Can we move on yet? I’m ready to forget about it when you are.”

“I’m not yet.”

“What? Why not?”

“Cause I don’t want to.”

“I wish you would.”

“You can’t make me.”

“I’m asking politely,” she said. “As a friend.”

“And as a friend, I politely request the right to not forget I had my hand up your shirt.”

“You didn’t have your hand up my shirt.”

“My word against yours.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Well, I’ll make it easy for you to find me. I’ll be here all day.”

“Hopefully using Tinder to find someone else to tongue wrestle.”

“Just say I’m a good kisser, and I’ll let it go.”

Silence.

“C’mon, Lucy. I already know. I just want to hear it from you since your expert opinion means so much to me.”

“I’m not an expert.”

“You’re not a novice.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

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