Page 53 of Charming my Best Friend

“I get it,” I said, flicking through to the next picture. “You have a thing for scrubs.”

“Wait- what the fuck is wrong with his hair in that one?”

“It’s a wig. Remember when I made him go to that Lord of the Rings party with me?”

“Oh right. Christ. Who is he even supposed to be there? Bilbo?”

“No, he was Samwise Gamgee.”

“And you were…?”

“Frodo, obviously.”

“Why didn’t you go as cool wizards or something?”

“Cause everyone knows that Hobbits have more fun.”

“You need to get out more,” she said.

“Whatever. If you’d watch the movies, you’d understand.”

“Just show me the next one already.”

“Okay, here goes.”

“Awwww,” we said in unison.

“What’s that from?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “But it’s pretty cheap to have a picture of a puppy licking your face. I mean, how manipulative is that?”

“It worked though, didn’t it? We both totally melted.”

“I did not totally melt.”

“Lucy.”

“What?”

“You have to right swipe him.”

“Do I?”

“Of course! He’s your Samwise.”

“Fuck.” I knew she was right. Not only did I desperately want to, but wasn’t it what I always fantasized about? Meeting him in a different way? Starting over and seeing if there was anything there, like normal adults who didn’t go through puberty together?

“Plus, you already know he’s a good kisser.”

“I didn’t tell you that.”

“You didn’t have to. I’ve kissed him a thousand times in my dreams.”

I pointed down the hall. “You need to keep getting ready.”

Fiona rocked up off the couch and looked down at me. “If you don’t heart him, your chance at a relationship with him is going to crumble to nothing like Mordor.”

“Wait- what? How did you-”

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