Page 87 of Flaunt
“Me?Why?”
“Because you let her in.”
She laughs. “She would’ve gotten in either way. And I didn’t let her in. She just came in.”
I’m really not enjoying this open-door policy anymore.
“Are we ordering food or what?” she asks.
I toss her my phone. “I’ll have a burger and fries.”
“That’s what you had last night.”
“That’s what I like.”
Her eyes hood. “So you like what you like, and you like it often?”
“Often.”
She hums. “Well, that’s good since you’re my fake fiancé now.”
“And you’re my new best friend.”
The words tumble out of my mouth before I think about it.Again.
Dammit, I have to stop doing this.
But the more I think about it, the more I like it. The more it makes sense. Not only do I need a new best friend—thank you, Ashley—it’ll help me build trust with Sara.
She blinks once. Then twice.
“It’s a trade,” I say. “Take it or leave it.”
A mischievous grin tickles her lips. “Friends with benefits?”
I grab her and pull her onto me. “As many benefits as you want.”
“Deal.”
I swallow her laughter with kisses and forget all about dinner.
18
Sara
Me: I’m here.
Banks: Come in the side door.
Me: Okay.
I walkaround the Carmichael Classics building and find Banks standing at the door. His bright smile, happy to see me, makes my smile stretch from ear to ear.
This whole thing between him and me is bananas. I woke up this morning after getting three hours of sleep because we stayed up all night watching old movies, eating cold pizza that he stole out of Jess’s garage around midnight, and replaying our couch activities.
It’s the most fun I think I’ve ever had in my life. That’s a high in and of itself—but it’s also a little scary. At least, it’s scary until I see him. Then the wobbliness inside me is kicked to the curb.
“Today has taken forever,” he says, pouting.
