Page 90 of From Best Friend to Bride
“You seem weird,” she pressed. “Oh, shit. I didn’t grope you in my sleep, did I?”
It might have been easier for me if she had.
“No. It’s fine. Go back to sleep, Delilah.”
“Well, now I know there’s something wrong if you’re calling me by my full name.” The bed creaked behind me. “Freddieeeee.”
I looked at her.
That was a big fucking mistake.
She’d obviously crawled to the edge of the bed, because she was peering up at me from her hands and knees. Her pyjama top hung down, and the lower neckline gave me a front-row seat to the view of her chest.
It’d never bothered me before.
The swell of her breasts, the shape of her pebbled nipples…
Now, it was bothering me more than I could cope with.
“Will you sit up? Or put on a bra or something?” I said roughly, looking away from her and raising my hand as a shield for good measure.
Lest my perverted brain make me look again.
“Whoops. Sorry. There we go, all covered up,” she replied brightly.
I was glad one of us was all right with this situation.
“Hey, are you all right? Your cheeks are all red.”
“Hot shower,” I forced out through gritted teeth. “Bathroom is still hot.”
“Oh, okay.” She paused. “Are you sure you’re all right? You seem, I don’t know… off?”
Yeah.
You’d be feeling off, too, if you’d just masturbated to the thought of me.
“Maybe leave me alone then?” The words escaped me before I could stop them, and no sooner had I said it than regret slammed into me.
“Wow, sorry for asking.”
“Deli—”
“No, I won’t bother you anymore,” she snapped, storming into the bathroom. She slammed the door behind her before quickly poking her head back out and glaring at me. “You should leave before my annoying habit of giving a shit about you winds you up some more.”
“Wait!” I reached for her, but she slammed the door in my face.
I hit my forehead against it, leaning against the hard surface.
Shit.
“I’m sorry,” I said into the little gap between the door and the frame. “I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
She yanked the door open again, and I almost fell into her. “Damn right you shouldn’t have,” she replied, pushing against my chest as I lost my balance. “I might be your safe place, but I’m not your verbal punching bag.”
I nodded. “I know. I’m sorry.”
Deli sniffed, and a bit of her light came back to her eyes as she stepped back. “I don’t care. Go away. I don’t want to see you right now.”
