Page 53 of One Little Kiss
“And if that’s not enough?” My throat feels too tight. “If I still fail?”
He shrugs. “Then we study more and you take it again.” Before I can protest, he continues. “And again. And again. We don’t stop until you pass.”
We.
We don’t stop…
My heart is in my throat now and it’s impossible to speak.
“I was an ass the other day,” he mutters. And I’m positive I’ve never heard him sound so serious. His gaze meets mine. “I’m sorry.”
I nod. I have so much to apologize for too, but I’m not sure I can speak without bursting into tears.
And then my mom’s intruding. “Oh, look at what a beautiful pair you two are.”
My dad’s not far behind her and he’s doing this annoying routine he does with Elijah where he basically sucks up and asks about his parents.
He’d love nothing more than for me to wind up with my super rich best friend, but even he and my mom gave up on that possibility years ago.
Because it’s never going to happen.
Elijah is myfriend.
I glance down at the textbook as a wave of emotion washes over me.
“You ready, babe?” Elijah asks as he reaches out a hand to me.
I take it, and I refuse to overthink it. I refuse to make things weird.
Elijah is the best friend I could ever ask for, and there’s no way I’m going to ruin that by letting attraction or romance get in the way.
He opens his car door for me and whistles when he catches sight of my shoes. “Those things look lethal.” He wiggles his eyebrows, laughing and showing off his sexy smile.
I mean, smile. Just his normal… smile.
I grin and sink back into the leather of the seat as Elijah walks around the car to the driver’s side. I lift my toes and take in the sexy, sleek lines of my favorite pair of stilettos.
My maneater shoes, Celia once called them.
And she’s right. I do tend to wear them when I’m on a mission to make a guy take notice. And tonight that’s precisely what I mean to do.
I’ll have to let Addie know that our talk helped. Because it helped make one thing abundantly clear.
The best thing I can do to save our friendship?
Find myself another guy.
FOURTEEN
Elijah
I knowI’m not seeing things, but that doesn’t stop me from double-checking. “Is Noelle seriously throwing herself at Dominic?”
Celia follows my gaze to the dance floor where Noelle is, in fact, throwing herself at Dominic. “I wouldn’t say throwing herself…”
“She’s definitely flirting,” Ryan says.
Mara elbows him. I’m gonna assume that means Mara, at least, is onto the fact that I’m staring and can’t stop staring.
