Page 28 of No First Kisses

Finding the courage I was missing a few moments before, I clear my throat and turn back to the wall, refusing to watch him as he walks away. “I’m not going to start it.”

Stepping forward slightly so that there’s no space between us, he presses a soft kiss to my cheek. “Liar.” His voice isn’t anything more than a whisper.

He shuts the sliding glass door before I can say anything smart in response to that. Mostly because we both know I’m lying and there’s no use denying it.

A sharp whistle from the kitchen tells me that I’m not alone, so I move in that direction.

“Damn. That tension between the two of you is thicker than my momma’s pecan pie.” Nia steps into the doorway with a bottle of water in her hand and a look on her face that I can’t decipher.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tell her with a sniff. Then I step around her and sit down at Logan’s kitchen table, putting my feet up on the seat across from me. “There’s no tension.”

“Oh, there’s tension.” Chloe is there too, leaning back, her ass on the concrete kitchen counter. “You should have seen them during the week we were conned into thinking my brother was dead. Although technically, we thought he was dead so it wasn’t a con. But you know what I mean. Logan couldn’t keep his hands off her, and Poppy…” She pops her lips together and then takes a huge bite out of the pizza I didn’t notice in her hand. “She can’t turn that man down. Especially when he goes all caveman on her and picks her up, tossing her over his shoulder.”

“You.” I point at her threateningly. “Talk too much. And where’s the rest of the pizza? I want another piece.”

Like magic, the sliding glass door opens again and Logan is there with a box in his hand.

“I thought you might be hungry.” With a smile, he sets the box in front of me and then turns away without looking back, going back outside where the others are.

And yes, my eyes are glued to his ass the entire time he walks away.

“Yeah,” Nia says while snickering. “There isn’t any tension at all.”

“It’s the baby,” I complain while opening the pizza box and tearing off a piece of the pineapple and pepperoni deliciousness. “The baby’s making me want his stupid father’s dick.”

“There are so many things wrong with that statement.” Nia takes a big drink of her water. “Do you have any Capri Suns in this place?” She walks over to the fridge and opens the door, looking before I can tell her that I don’t know what is in Logan’s house. “Of course not.”

“Because grown women don’t want to drink them.” I tell her around a bite of pizza, my own way of covering my lack of knowledge.

With pizza in the vicinity, Chloe doesn’t stay on the counter for long. She scoots off and tries to reach around me, but I slap her hand away.

“Mine.” I bite at her with my teeth showing.

“So you’re pregnant with Logan’s baby.” Chloe sits at the table, choosing a chair that doesn’t have my feet on it. “And you’re like, really pregnant.”

“Yeah.” I smooth a hand down my growing bump, wondering what I’ll look like in a few months when I really start showing. “It wasn’t planned.”

“No shit it wasn’t planned.” Chloe reaches for my pizza box and steals a slice, lifting her lip in a silent snarl as she picks the pineapple off it. “Last time we talked about Logan, you swore you were going to hit him with a stick if he tried to fuck you again.”

“She let him hit her with his stick.” Nia snorts. “That’s how they got in this situation.”

I roll my eyes, unable to help the sarcasm. “Why are you two even in here? Don’t you have men to bother and harass?”

“Shut your blasphemous mouth.” Nia gasps outrageously. “I have no man.”

I raise an eyebrow and smirk at her. “For now. You stay around these guys and eventually one of their hot friends is gonna try and snap you up.”

Nia shoots a glare my way and then shakes her head. “Not gonna happen. I like being single too much for that nonsense. You keep their dicks away from me.”

“We’re here,” Chloe cuts in, “because you’re on bed rest and shouldn’t be outside trying to prove to everyone that you can be a good hostess during the party anyway, I bet. Unless we get you like a divan or something to recline on, your ass is staying inside. But I know you, and I know you don’t want to go outside to be surrounded by a bunch of people who are nosier than any group of women could ever be. Which is why you’re in here, with your feet up on a chair, stuffing your face with pizza.”

I’m reaching for another slice of the still-warm delicious food that I have, but at her words, I pause. “Are you calling me fat?”

The question comes out cold and calculating, but Chloe doesn’t even bat an eyelash. “Yup. You’re pregnant. Of course you’re gonna be fatter than you usually are.”

With a sigh, I keep reaching for the pizza.

Screw it.

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