Page 36 of Seducing my Best Friend

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- Aiden -

She couldn’t even look at me.

I hated to make her squirm, but I kinda loved it, too. She always acted so tough, so controlled. It was fun to see her lose it, and the shade of pink her cheeks turned filled my mind with all kinds of inappropriate thoughts.

“You okay?” I asked.

She was entirely focused on her ice cream. “Fine.”

“Does it bother you when I say stuff like that?”

She pushed a piece of hair out of her face. “I wouldn’t say it bothers me.”

“What would you say?”

She shrugged. “I’m just not used to it. I mean, I suspected you were a bit full on, being such a conceited jock and all, but-”

“Hey!” I said. “I am not conceited.”

“Maybe that’s not the right word.”

“Cocky, perhaps, but not conceited."

She sighed, getting the joke.

I furrowed my brows. “Sorry. Please continue.”

“It’s just that you just come on all strong with your muscles and your hair and your eyes and your dimple-”

I smiled and shook my head to the side, as if I had the kind of flowy hair that could be whipped.

She rolled her eyes. “And then you say all these sexually suggestive comments and-”

“And what?”

“I’m not used to it.”

“You better get used to it,” I said. “Besides, surely other guys come on strong when they like you.”

“I guess, but even then I have a hard time taking them seriously.”

“So how long does it usually take then? For you to take a guy seriously?”

“When he says he likes me?”

I nodded.

“I don’t know yet.”

“What do you mean you don’t know yet?”

“I mean, I don’t think most guys really know what they want so their flattery doesn’t usually hold much weight with me.”

“I thought everybody knew what guys wanted.”

“Exactly,” she said, taking a bite of her waffle cone. “But most guys pretend they want more.”

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