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I put a piece of turkey bacon in my mouth and savored it. Yes. I could do this.
“And for the record. I’m glad you climbed up on me and kissed me. I liked it. I liked all of it. It was hot.” He took a bite of toast and chewed, all the while, reading the Wall Street Journal on his Kindle.
Asshole.
I pursed my lips.We’re just friends. It’s Sunday morning. We’re having breakfast. I don’t have to run away screaming.
“What kind of butter is this?” he asked, his eyes still didn’t leave his Kindle.
“Goat butter.”
“It’s fucking delicious.”
“I know.”
His eyes flicked up and caught me staring at him, as he licked his lips.
Bastard.
He immediately looked back down again. “Wanna go for a hike with me?”
“I would rather die.”
“A jog?”
“Death would still be preferable.”
“Power walk? Stroll in the park?”
“I thought you just went for a run.”
“I did. But we consumed a lot of carbs last night.”
“I think I barfed out most of mine.”
“You still need to detox. Move your body.”
“I have plans, actually.”
“Plans? Sounds serious.”
“It’s not, I just…I have to get ready to go, actually.”
“Go where?”
“Out.”
I wiped my mouth, took a few gulps of coffee before casually mentioning that I was meeting Ben at his place and then going with him to Ikea. He wanted me to help decorate his apartment. We had made the plans before the party, and hadn’t canceled them, despite Theo’s best efforts.
He stared at me for, I don’t know, five torturous seconds. “Ikea, huh? Thatisserious. That’s a serious couple thing.”
I made no comment. He was well aware that I had accompanied numerous friends to Ikea and helped them decorate, but I wasn’t going to remind him of this now.
“You’re planning on driving to his place?”
“Yes.”
“You’re really hungover. Hangover driving is almost as bad as drunk driving.”
