Page 44 of Falling for my Best Friend

“Yeah.”

“Good.” I put my arms behind my head and leaned back. “So when are you going to talk to someone about your eating habits?”

She walked over to the fridge and pulled a bottle of vodka out of the freezer. “I thought I made it pretty clear that I wasn’t going to.”

“It’s not optional.”

She took a pull from the bottle and squeezed her eyes shut as the frozen liquid flowed down her throat. “I thought you said you weren’t going to make me.”

“What’s in your stomach besides vodka right now?”

“A big greasy burger. Is that what you want to hear? That I went out with the other volunteers and ate a bunch of onion rings and a bowl of Cajun fries. Would that do it for you?”

“No, I want to hear the truth.”

“In that case, cranberry juice,” she said. “And six olives.”

I closed my eyes for a second. “What do you want for dinner? I’ll get anything you want.”

“I don’t want anything,” she said, sliding the vodka back in the freezer. “I’m stuffed.”

I shook my head. “Fine. Cause I’m full, too.”

Full up to here.

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