Page 47 of What If I Knew You

Me

Uhh…aren’t they all married?

Layken

Don’t know don’t care. I just like to look at them but judging from your response I’m going to guess it wasn’t one of them.

Me

Correct.

Layken

Am I going to have to come up there?

Me

*shakes head yes vigorously*

Layken

Okay but I’m not putting on a bra. And there better be cookies.

Me

I shall provide all the necessities. Just get your pretty little titties up there.

Layken

Two minutes.

There was no way when I moved back to the States that my best friend was going to let me live anywhere other than the same building she lived in. And I can’t say I hate it. We’re mature enough to give each other privacy when it’s needed but intrusive enough to barge into each other’s homes half naked and poop in each other’s bathrooms. Living just a few floors away from my best friend brings back all the college dorm vibes, only we’re actual professional adults who have to pay bills and clean our own toilets.

Grabbing my robe off the hook in the bathroom, I wrap it around my body and tie it closed at my waist and then grab two glasses of milk and a package of chocolate chip cookies from the pantry. Just as I unlock my door, Layken turns the knob and waltzes inside. She takes one look at my barely dressed self and whistles.

“Wow…she didn’t even put her clothes back on before texting me. Impressive!”

I yank on her hand and pull her into the living room, my body still thrumming from the way Bodhi Roche brought me to orgasm less than an hour ago.

“Okay before you tell me anything, I want to try to guess who this guy was.”

“Alright.” I nod, failing miserably to hide my smile.

“Okay, twenty questions.”

“Go,” I tell her.

“Do I know him?”

“Uh…no?”

“No…question mark?”

“I mean you don’t…KNOWhim.”

“Do youknowhim?”

I smirk. “I do now.”

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