Page 35 of Accidentally Amy

Holy shit.

“Damn it,” he said, lifting his head just enough to give me a white-hot look. He looked like a fantasy villain, all dark eyes and crackling intensity, and I wanted to inhale every bit of that darkness. “Why the hell is it so good with us?”

“No idea,” I breathed, not wanting to stop for conversation or a freight train bearing down on us or even a world war. All I wanted was Blake Phillips all over me.

But my eyes caught his tortured gaze again, and I realized I was an idiot. Nothing good could come from dipping my toes in the pool of how good we might’ve been. It would only take another minute of mouth sex and we’d be back in my apartment; I could totally feel that. And even if the night was fire—and yes, it SO will be because holy shit if he can do push-ups with me on his back what else can he do dearLord—it would only delay the inevitable.

Blake Phillips had principles, and they were way more important to him than chemistry.

I inhaled a shaky breath, dropped my hands to my sides, stepped out of his embrace, and said, “Okay. Well. Now we know, right?”

His expression changed, going from intense to confused, and then he swallowed. Gave a nod of agreement as he put his hands in his front pockets. His voice was gravelly when he said, “Yes, we do.”

“Thanks again for the ride, and I swear this night never happened.”

“Um, you’re welcome,” he said, his face unreadable. “Yeah.”

I turned and went back into the building, not daring to glance at him over my shoulder. I felt ridiculously, foolishly emotional, and I just wanted to climb into bed and fall asleep for the whole weekend. I locked the door and disposed of the pizza box, and I’d just climbed into bed and turned off the light when I got a text notification.

I fumbled for my glasses before grabbing the phone from the nightstand. I read it in the dark, then read it again.

Mr. Chest:I had the WEIRDEST evening, Scooter’s Amy. Do you have time for a bonkers story, or are you busy?

I sat up in bed and texted,First of all, don’t be an idiot—I ALWAYS have time for bonkers stories. Second of all, does this mean we can be friends, even though our counterparts have decided to go their separate ways?

Three seconds later, my phone started ringing. Blake was calling, and I didn’t know if I should answer or not.

Chapter Twelve

Blake

My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out of my pocket.

Izzy:Running late—SO SORRY!

I wanted to laugh as I responded withYes, I’m aware. We were supposed to meet fifteen minutes ago.

When I’d arrived at Scooter’s, I briefly considered ordering a latte for her but thought better of it. The whole point of this meeting was to discuss whether or not we could be friends outside of work, so buying her things probably wasn’t a good idea.

Izzy:I thought I could ride a bike faster than I actually can. be there in five.

I set my phone on the table and took a few swallows of coffee. In the short time I’d known her, Izzy had consistently surprised me.

And that was putting it mildly.

Less than twelve hours before, when I’d called her after ourbatshit-crazy night, she’d ignored my call and sent me a text instead.

I picked up my phone again and scrolled through the exchange as I waited for her.

Izzy:I’m not answering because I need to think.

Blake:Um…?

Izzy:Imma b honest w/u. I like u and want 2 b ur friend.

Blake:What happened to your texting? Are you a middle schooler now?

Izzy:I’m trying to jot down some ideas before I lose them so that was my attempt at quick texting.

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