Page 44 of Last Round

“Oh my god,” she squeals. “What kind of kiss? Friendly? Sexy? Tongue? Mouth, or was it a little farther south of the border?”

“Just mouth,” I say. She stops her bouncing, looks down, and frowns. “Lots of tongue, definitely nothing friendly about any of it though.”

“Oh, I love a good tongue-fucking. What else?” she asks like an eager puppy waiting for its treat.

“That’s it?”

“What?” She looks down at me with her brows pinched together. “Just kissing?”

I nod my head.

“No.” She shakes hers. “Killian doesn’t justkiss. Make out like some freshman at his first boy-girl party.”

“It was an amazing, life-altering, pretty sure I had a mini-orgasm kind of kiss if that makes a difference?” One that I thought about as I drained the batteries of my favorite vibrator.

Bex deflates, showing about as much disappointment as I felt last night. “What happened? I’d ask if it was bad, but after the little statement that even has me a bit wet, I’m assuming that’s not the case.”

“Ew.” I push her off me. She collapses to the floor, holding her stomach as she laughs. “He stopped it.”

Bex freezes and peers up at me. “Okay, now you really need to give me all the details.”

I hug myself as the doubt that hit me like a bulldozer last night resurfaces.

Bex is up on the bed, holding me in a matter of seconds. “I’m going to kill him.”

I smile because she means it. Not that the action is warranted, but there is something special about having a best friend who won’t hesitate to help you commit a felony without batting an eyelash.

“He said he wants to go on a date.” My heart skips a beat at the idea. I’m more than ready to go to pound-town with Killian. But when he asked me out, his voice so vulnerable, I couldn’t help but melt into a puddle of gooey joy.

“A date?”

I nod.

“Killian stopped a bunch of heavy petting and would rather go on a date?”

“Yeah?” Was I wrong? Did he trick me into thinking this was a good thing, something important? Crap, he played me. Didn’t he?

“OH MY GOD!” She squeezes me so tight I can’t breathe and deafens me with her screaming. Bex pushes to her feet and paces the room. “Do you know what this means?”

“That he wants to go on a date?” At least, that’s what I hope.

She grabs my shoulders and looks into my eyes. “Killian ‘Ride the Rainbow’ Murphy, a man who doesn’t do dates because when you’re as hot as he fucking is, you don’t need to, wants to take YOU, little Miss Olly, on a date.”

“Bex, I’m exhausted. Get to the point.” I love her, but sometimes she goes down this crazy path that no one else—not even me—can follow.

“Killian is in love with you.”

I push her back and stand. “Wait… Hold on, Bex.”

“What? You know I’m right.”

“No, it’s just a date.” I hold my stomach, stopping those butterflies from getting their hopes up.

“Please,” she scoffs. “If he just wanted to fuck you, he wouldn’t waste time on something like a date. Guys like him only do things like this because they are getting all the feels. He might not know it yet. But that boy is two steps from dropping to a knee. I bet it will be a destination wedding—”

“STOP!”

Bex stares at me, her eyes wide.

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