Page 45 of Love or Tequila in Unexpected Places

“Oh, just spill! Come on, I need details!”

Allison huffed, trying to figure out how she was going to phrase this. She really didn’t want to fess up to everything that had occurred between them, because she knew it didn’t mean anything.

Yes, they’d talked, yes, there had been a connection, andyes, she had climbed on top of him and clung to his form like a koala hours ago, but the reality of their situation felt more complicated than that.

“Okay, we’ve talked a bit, but it’s… complicated,” she finally admitted, gauging Amira’s eager expression. “We’re just figuring things out, you know? It’s not like we’re planning a wedding or anything.”

Amira leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Yet! You’re not planning a weddingyet!”

Allison rolled her eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous, Amira. I barely know the man.”

Amira scoffed, making her favorite sound. She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, the very picture of aggressive beauty. “Right. Well, when you’re married in less than a year, I’m going to be your maid of honor.”

“Naturally.”

“And design your dress.”

“Of course.”

“And plan your bachelorette party at a strip club.”

“That might be taking it too far.”

They both burst into laughter, the tension easing as they played along with the fantasy.

As their amusement died down, Amira leaned in towards her across the table. “Okay, now I need to know. How was he?”

Allison blushed at the memory of that night, and the details she was about to spill to her best friend.

“So good, Ami. He fucked me forhours, and it was phenomenal. He held me up, he took me on the floor, he ate me out. I have never come so many times in one night,” Allison whispered, glancing left and right as if someone had heard her describing the wildest night of sex she’d ever had.

Amira dramatically fanned her face, pretending she was getting hot and bothered from Allison’s description.

“Damn! I knew it was gonna be hot, but my, oh my!” Her friend stopped her fake fanning and winked at Allison, her excitement palpable.

Amira caught Allison’s hand forcefully and held it up, pretending to high-five before she broke into a cheer.

Literally cheered.

Like an actual schoolgirl whose best friend had just talked to her crush. “Woo! Go, Allison! Look at you making conquests!”

Allison couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head at her friend’s enthusiasm. “You’re ridiculous!”

“I’m just supportive! This is a big deal!” Amira replied, still grinning like the Cheshire cat.

A sudden thought crossed Allison’s mind and her excitement gave way to worry, her smile dropping.

“Do you—” she started, but hesitated, her heart racing. What if Amira said no?

No. This is us. There’s no way she’ll say no.

Allison cleared her throat and began again, her voice soft. “Do you want to see the baby?”

Amira froze, staring into Allison’s eyes, and suddenly, Allison had second thoughts. The leftover excitement in the air shifted to a heavy uncertainty. What if Amira wasn’t ready for this, or what if the reality of it all made things too real too soon?

After what felt like an eternity, Amira’s expression softened, and her eyes sparkled with an emotion that told Allison everything she needed to know. “Absolutely,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I would love to.”

Allison’s hand trembled as she fished for her wallet in her handbag. Her nerves only worsened when she slid the picture out of its slot and held it out to Amira, her heart racing with anticipation.

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