Page 52 of Charming my Best Friend

“I hope he’s not getting matched right now with someone who still fits in hers.”

“You’re a bitch.”

“I know, sorry. I’m only joking. I just don’t know how you’re not totally paranoid after the Chelsea thing.”

“I’m hoping Peter’s a better person than she is.”

“I’d say there’s a good chance.”

I swiped left on a bunch of guys who were above average, but brunettes were reminding me too much of Aiden since last weekend.

“Okay, now which earrings?” Fiona asked, stepping back into the room.

“Oh, purple, for sure.”

“Thanks,” she said. “Was that so hard?”

I looked down at my phone. “Wait—oh my god.”

“Are you having second thoughts?”

“No,” I said. “Not about the earrings. Look at my phone, and tell me I’m not crazy.”

I held it up for her and closed my eyes.

She laughed. “You’re crazy alright.”

“What should I do?”

“Obviously, you should right swipe him. He’s your best friend.”

“What if he gets the wrong idea?”

“What if he doesn’t more like? Look at his fucking arms in that picture.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I mean, I’m not into fisting, but I’d let him-”

“Enough!” I said, pulling the phone back towards me. “You’re a freak.”

“A freak for Aiden.”

“Stop.”

“And so are you.”

“No, I’m not,” I said, tapping the button to look at the rest of his pictures.

“Are you seriously pretending to think about it? There’s nothing to think about.”

“Don’t you think he should be judged just as harshly as everyone else?”

She plopped down on the couch next to me. “Fair enough. Let’s see his pecs- I mean pics.”

“Okay, so you saw the one of him in his old uniform? The next one is…”

She put a hand over her chest. “Him in his physio scrubs?! Be still my beating heart.”

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