Page 57 of Charming my Best Friend

“Come on,” I said. “Something made you swipe right.”

“It was the puppy.”

I shook my head. “Ouch.”

“Whose puppy is that?”

“Mine,” I lied.

“I don’t believe you.”

“If it was would you go out with me?”

“No, but I might dog sit.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I guess you work out?” she asked.

I pumped my fist. It was the closest I’d gotten yet to getting her to flirt back. “A little.”

“And what’s with the scrubs?”

“I’m a physical therapist.”

“I see.”

“And yes, I’m good with my hands.”

“I wasn’t going to ask.”

“Maybe I could show you sometime?”

“Maybe you should keep your hands to yourself.”

I leaned back on the couch. “What if I told you they were in my pants right now?”

“Might as well be something in there.”

Now she was really asking for it. She was going to know exactly what was in my pants- or towel rather- just as soon as I got my hands on her again.

“And what about that picture where you’re dressed like a freak?” she asked.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know who Samwise Gamshee is?”

“Nope,” she lied. “Tell me.”

“He’s only the best friend anybody could ever want.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep.”

“Well, you looked pretty silly.”

“I dressed up like that to impress this sexy girl I know.”

“Oh?”

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