Page 110 of From Best Friend to Bride
“Nice to know you want to see the back of me.”
“You—” I swallowed back my words. “Maybe this is for the best.”
He adjusted his trousers, barely glancing over his shoulder. “No fucking kidding, Deli.”
I glanced at his hip before clearing my throat. “Let me know when you get there.”
“Why bother? I’m sure Ellie will tell you before I do.”
“Just let her do it then!” I shoved the door closed, paused, and opened it a crack again. “Um. Drive safely.”
Fred hesitated, then smiled. “Try not to cause too much trouble.”
“Hmph,” was my reply. “Take your own advice. No flirting with other women.”
At that, he turned back, catching my eye through the crack in the door. “As if I’d dare.” He held up his left finger and pointed to his ring. “I’m all yours, remember?”
I opened my mouth to tell him to shut up, but another wave of heat rose in my cheeks, and I quickly shut the door, breaking the connection between us.
“Just go!” I shouted, turning the key again to lock the door.
All I heard was the swish of a suit bag, thump of a case against the door, and the sound of his raucous laughter slowly drifting away from me.
I slid down the door and hugged my thighs to my chest, then lowered my head until my forehead was resting on my knees.
I was wrong.
We didn’t have too much space.
We didn’t have enough.
Anywhere near enough of it.
This was too weird.
A light knock sounded at my door, and I flinched as it opened. Was it Fred? What was he doing back? What else could he possibly put me through?
“Deli?” Amelia asked, pausing just one step inside my room. She looked down at me and drew her brows together in a confused frown. “What are you doing down there?”
I looked up with a whimper. “I accidentally touched your brother’s cock.”
She stared at me for a second, confusion flittering across her face. “Mhmm,” she hummed, then took two steps back and closed my bedroom door again. “I’ll come back later.”
Yeah.
That was probably for the best.
23
DELILAH
Idecided that it was no big deal that I’d touched Fred’s whippersnapper.
He was my husband, after all. In fact, it was probably weirder that I hadn’t touched it yet.
That was why our grandmothers were snooping around in the hallways on our wedding night, after all.
Thankfully, my non-existent relationship with Fred’s genitals was known only to the two of us. I didn’t want to imagine what kind of machinations our grandmothers would come up with to ensure we consummated our marriage if they ever found out we weren’t physical.
