Page 190 of How to Lose at Love

“I think you’re cute, too.” I kiss the tip of her cute nose.

Adorable and sexy.

“Truth or dare,” she says, getting back on the subject.

“Truth.”Obviously.

Ryann taps her chin as she comes up with a question. “Hmmm.” The lightbulb goes on. “Oh! When did you know you were attracted to me?”

I laugh. “There was a day in class I looked over and thought you were cute. You had your hat off, and at the time I didn’t know you were you. I just thought you were a pretty girl wearing a turtleneck.”

Ryann laughs too. “I like turtlenecks.”

“I know you do.”

And she looks sexy in them because they’re tight and make her tits look huge.

I grab a handful of them now, caressing her over her T-shirt, until she puts her hand on the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss.

“Kiss me like you mean it,” she whispers.

“Where?” I whisper back.

“On my mouth, you goof.”

“Oh.” I pout. “I thought maybe you meant I should kiss your pussy like I mean it.”

Sweet.

Smooth.

Mine.

“Maybe you can show me how much you mean it later.”

Our mouths meet, and it’s slow and deliberate. Different.

Better.

We’ve had a few trials, Ryann and I. Already jumped a few hurdles that’ve been thrown our way, and we’ve done them together.

She’s my best friend.

Fuckin amazing, isn’t it, when you think about it?

“If you had told me a few weeks ago when Diego Lorenz paid me to break up with you that we would be lyin’ in bed together, eatin’ burgers out of a plastic container, and you would end up one of my best friends, I would have told you to piss off.”

Ryann giggles, rubbing a hand across my cheek, along my stubble. “That is so sweet.”

We laugh.

“Yeah, cheesy is my new middle name.”

“I love how you’ve become so sensitive all of a sudden.”

“Have I?”

“Yes. You love holding hands and wait for me after class. And when I’m having an off day, you try to cheer me up. I appreciate that.”

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