Page 60 of A Very Friendly Valentine's Day
Which is why I got up early and changed into my bulkiest sweater and the jeans that only make my butt look moderately good. I put my hair up into a not-at-all-sexy bun and put on my glasses. To ensure that he would get the hint that I do not have any intention of kissing him, I applied bright red lipstick. Yes—I have read the Manchester University study which confirmed that men are attracted to full red lips—but I am confident that Eddie will understand that this means I don’t want to smear my lipstick all over his stupidly handsome face. I definitely look like I don’t want to get drilled again and again by my best guy friend.
Who am I kidding? My bestfriend, period.
He hasn’t even officially ended things with the Instagirlfriend that he had barely started things with, so it wouldn’t be good for either of us if we kissed again in the harsh light of day.
And if I let myself fall for him any more than I already have and it doesn’t work out for us, there is no way our friendship could withstand that.
And I can’t lose him.
I can live without the Cannavorgasms,I think.But I don’t want to live without Eddie in my life.
“Hey,” he says, looking back at me and groaning again.
He’s still naked under the covers.
And he currently has what can only be described as Fuck Hair.
He is simultaneously gorgeous and sexy and cute.
It is not conducive to not-orgasming. It is also not making it any easier to not fall for him. But I’m working on it.
“Good morning! I took the liberty of ordering us breakfast in the room. Unless you want to eat out? At the dining car? Eatupin the dining car, I mean. If you do, I’ll go down here.Staydown here, I mean.”
He rubs his eyes and yawns. Hopefully he’s not awake enough to catch my verbal blunders. “No, let’s have breakfast in bed.” His morning voice is so seductive, it’s totally unfair. He combs his fingers through his hair, and without even smirking, he says, “I’ll eat out and you can go down.”
“Oh, hah! No, thank you. I’m up. I’m dressed. I mean, you can have breakfast in bed. I’ll eat at the table.”
“C’mere.” He rolls over onto his stomach, arms outstretched.
Dear Lord, I want to go to him, but I have to get us back on track. I need to be the engineer of this Friend Train. I need a fucking miracle.
There’s a knock at the door. “Somebody order breakfast for the Friend Zone?” Nancy practically yells from the corridor. Nancy is my fucking miracle.
Eddie heaves a loud, exasperated sigh as he reaches for his discarded jacket. I wait for him to put it on before opening the door for Nancy. She has two small meal trays for us, and I take the carafe of coffee and the coffee mugs from her. “Come on in!” I holler, a little too eagerly. “Good morning! Welcome!” I already said good morning to her out in the corridor earlier, but my brain is too busy getting yelled at by the rest of my body to come up with something more original.
“Well, good morning to the both of you,” she says as her attention deftly goes from the top bunk with no blankets to the lower bunk with all the blankets and Eddie with the Fuck Hair. “Well, now. Hope you both managed to stay warm last night…”
“Not really!” I say, just as Eddie replies, “Tried as hard as we could, Nancy.” He gives her a wink.
I bark out a laugh. “How wasyournight, Nancy? Did you stay warm? Are you able to sleep when you’re working? How does that work?”
She arranges the trays on one of the small tables under one of the windows. “Fine, sort of, not really and Maximum Strength NoDoz. Can I bring you anything else?”
“No, thank you,” Eddie says just as I ask her if she’d like to have a cup of coffee with us.
“I gotta make the rounds, but thanks for the offer. You two enjoy your meals. Give me a shout when you need me to put the beds back up, or just the top one, maybe…”
“We’ll definitely need you to put both beds back up,” I tell her, just as Eddie says, “I think we’re good.”
“Perfect.” She gives us a little wave. “Bye now.”
As soon as Eddie hears the door close, he says, “How’s it going?”
“Great! How are you? Did you sleep well?”
“Uh-huh.” He finds his underwear and sweatpants, puts them on under the covers, and then sits on the edge of the bed, grinning at me. “You?”
Damn you, dimples.
