Page 106 of We Can't Be Friends

“Yes.” Audrey snaps in the air. “Knew that skirt would fit you.”

Her hair is teased, looking like she just had sex.

How would you know that? You don’t.It’s what I imagine, though.

“Where are you two going?”

“A bar or two. I passed my exams, and we’re celebrating.” I didn’t get an offer to come. Audrey adds, “Maybe find someone for you to make breakfast for in the morning.” She shrugs. “The night is limitless.”

Chloe walks into the living room sitting down next to me. She reaches in her purse for lipstick. Red. Using her phone as a mirror to touch it up. I’d like to give her a better reason for needing to touch it up.

My gaze prowls over her body. Her skirt rode up, showing more of her thighs. Her tights aren’t tights, but stockings with black lace at the top. “Nice legs,” I blurt.

“Nice book.”

I sit up, putting myself centimeters closer to Chloe, our thighs pushed together.

“Do you like my outfit?” Chloe asks me with a tilt of her head.

“It’s nice.”

“Noted.” Chloe picks up my current read. She finds the bookmark, plucks it out of the book, and kisses it—blotting her lips on it like toilet paper. She returns the book, closed with the bookmark sticking out. Bright red lips stain it.

She stands and saunters into the kitchen wordlessly. Chloe pulls her phone off the charger, stuffing it into the small bag.

“Ready?” Audrey asks. “Ride is two minutes away. Wait, I’m going to pee before we leave.” She dashes back to the half bath.

I get up, going to the kitchen myself. Suddenly thirsty. Suddenly needing to be as close to Chloe as possible. Pulling out my black card, I slip it into Chloe’s purse while she tracks my hand.

“Drinks on you?”

“Me. No one else.”

“Oooo. Protective.”

“Territorial, more like it.”

“Trying to pee on me, Pretty Boy?”

“That’s not how I plan to mark you, Chloe.”

“Is that right? How do you plan to mark me?”

I step closer to her, taking her hand and guiding it along her collarbone. She shudders. “I’d kiss here.” Then down her side. Chloe’s eyes burn into me. Stopping at her waist, our hands skim the waistband of her skirt. “Here,” I say quietly.

I step closer, we’re flush, and I know she can feel my erection pressed up against her. Her throat bobs.

“Before you think about bringing anyone else into our place, think about that.”

Audrey reenters, her heelsclickingandclackingon the floor. “Car’s here.”

“Have fun,pretty girl,” I whisper in her ear.

CHLOE

Nice?

My outfit is not nice. It’s hot. It’s sexy.

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