Page 47 of Charming my Best Friend

“He didn’t realize shit.” I put my feet up on the coffee table. “He was just drunk and horny.”

She laughed. “You sound like you’re complaining. Drunk-horny Aiden is my favorite.”

I rolled my eyes. “He was only trying to distract himself from the fact that his model girlfriend was cheating on him.”

“I don’t think he’d use you like that.”

I shrugged. “But you also didn’t think someone could cut themselves making nachos.”

Her whole face scrunched around her nose. “True.”

I sighed.

“So have you talked to him since?”

“Yeah, just before you got home.”

“Hence the face.”

I nodded.

“And was it weird?”

“I thought it might be,” I said. “But he just started hitting on me and inviting me into his bed.”

Her eyes grew wide.

“I think he was still drunk.”

“Or you left him wanting more?”

“Yeah, that’s it. After his last few relationships with cover girls, one little kiss from me converted him into liking broke, combat boot wearing hairstylists.”

“Say what you want, but I was confused for weeks after I kissed you that one time.”

I laughed. “That had nothing to do with me and everything to do with your wine diet.”

“So what now?”

“I told him to get Tinder and not contact me until he had a date with someone else.”

“Wow.”

“What?”

“I’m just surprised you aren’t more excited.”

“Why would I be excited?”

“Cause you’ve been crushing on this guy for donkey’s.”

“And every time I think something might happen, I end up feeling like shit when he moves on to the next bright shiny object like a goddamn goldfish.”

“But you’re the brightest, shiniest object around.”

“And you’re as shitfaced as you are full of shit.”

“I do feel pretty great right now.”

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