Page 45 of Charming my Best Friend

Chapter 15: Lucy

I hung up the phone and stared at it.

Was he serious? What the hell had gotten into him?

Besides my tongue…

Thank god one of us was thinking straight. Chelsea must have screwed him up in the head more than I realized. Or he was finally starting to feel the effects of his repeated concussions. Regardless, he obviously needed me to humor him, and as long as I kept him at a distance so his crazy ideas didn’t go past joking, everything would be back to normal in no time.

Cause as much as he was a great kisser, I wanted my best friend back. Not this horny clown.

And to think I was going to apologize for running out on him like a freak! Just as well I did or he might’ve had to apologize for a whole lot more than getting a bit handsy.

I laid the phone on the counter and shook my head just as the door opened. I looked up in time to see Fiona stumbling in, looking a hot mess with her shoes in her hand.

“Oh god don’t judge me,” she said, dropping her shoes on the floor.

“I’m not.”

“Why are you making that face then?”

“Sorry, it’s not you.”

“What is it?”

“Nothing. How was your date?”

She walked over to the recliner and collapsed. “Which one?”

“Sorry?”

“Please bring me water oh my god.”

“Yeah, sure.” I grabbed a glass and filled it with tap water. “What do you mean which one?”

“Well, first we went to a movie. Then we went to a club. Then we went to a diner at, like, five am. Then we went to the beach for mimosas.”

“I see,” I said, handing her the glass of water. “So which was your favorite?”

She tilted the glass up to her mouth and leaned her head back, making big gulping noises. “I don’t know. It was a pretty beautiful sunrise.”

I slumped on the couch. “Who knew male nurses could party all night?”

“I know, right?!”

“So you’re pretty much done for the day?”

“Sooo done,” she said. “Might even call in sick tomorrow if my bestie can do my color client at eleven.”

I closed one eye and tried to remember what my schedule was like. “That’s probably fine.”

“Thank god,” she said. “I’ve been hoping you’d say that since my waffle feed earlier.”

I smiled. “I’m glad you had a good time.”

“Me, too.” Fiona closed her eyes for a second and sighed. “Oh god, I hope I don’t get a second wind when I’m ready to pass out.”

“Surely you’re way past your second wind.”

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