Page 74 of What if I Told You

“Let me hear ya say heeeyyyyyy! We want some pussaaaaaay.” I even wave my hands in the air like I just don’t care. And all I get is a blank stare followed by Ella’s burst of laughter that thankfully breaks the ice and makes her smile.

“You are…unbelievable!” She cackles. “Throwing me some 2 Live Crew this early in the morning?”

I rub my hand down my face and laugh a little with her. “Honestly, it was just the first thing to come to my mind, but I’m glad I could give you something to laugh at. Laughter looks so much better on you than sadness.”

Her smile fades a bit and she tips her head to look at me, her thumb rubbing against my bare skin. I won’t lie, the physical contact is nice.

“I guess now is as good a time as any, huh?”

“For what?”

“To talk about last night,” she says through the crackle of her morning voice. “You know, rip off the band aid and all.”

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

Wrong answer, dumbass.

You should talk about it.

You need to talk about it.

“You kissed me, Auggie,” she states matter-of-factly, as if she’s telling me the sky is blue or that the Pope is Catholic.

“Yeah…uh…about that.”

Her hand stops moving and she rests her palm on my stomach. “Auggie?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to need you to consider what you’re about to say next because like it or not, I’m dangerously close to your penis right now so your next sentence could end in one of two ways.”

Shit. I think I love this girl.

She doesn’t beat around the bush.

And even though last night was a bit of a cluster fuck of emotions, she still has space in her heart to have a sense of humor.

“My dick is yours for the taking, Ella,” I tell her. Reaching down to her chin, I tip her head up so I can see her eyes. “But what I was going to say was that last night was one of the best nights of my life and I don’t regret a damn thing.”

Her eyes grow and her brows lift. “You don’t?”

I shake my head. “No. Why, do you?”

On the outside I’m the coolest, calmest person I can be for my best friend, but on the inside, fuck. I’m a nervous fucking wreck.

“No Auggie,” she says shaking her head as well.

Thank Christ.

“I’m sorry I yelled about the bottle opener though.”

Her apology causes me to laugh. “Babe, I don’t give a damn about the bottle opener. It was my fault it was left out. I may have had a few too many beers last night waiting for you.”

“You waited for me?”

I shrug. “I may or may not have panicked about you being on a date last night.”

She pulls her body up to a sitting position next to me and lays her hand on my thigh connecting us with the slightest touch. “Oh no! You did?”

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