Page 83 of Show Me How
It’s either my biggest character flaw or the one thing I should be most proud of. I haven’t decided yet.
“If I warm up any more, I’ll melt,” Bryce says.
I smirk. “And we didn’t even have to dump a bucket of water on you first.” Her elbow finds my side, and I clutch it dramatically. “Christ, woman.”
“We’re staying right here and waiting for your guest,” she tells me pointedly.
Brows twitching, I ask, “What guest?”
Bryce has this look in her eye now. It’s too similar to smugness to have me ignoring it. I push her on this, already having a sinking suspicion about what she did when she was busy texting on the way here.
“Millie. I thought you’d enjoy not third-wheeling.”
Daisy giggles, unable to help herself, while I try not to tell her fiancée off about it.
Normally, Bryce inviting Millie wouldn’t piss me off, but today isn’t a normal day. I’m strung tight since last night, and I thought I’d use my only real day off this week to try and clear my head. Jacking off in the shower this morning to the phantom feel of her mouth around my dick didn’t do a fucking thing to help. So, I came here with them, hoping for a distraction.
Should’ve clarified that to Bryce.
“Why do you look like that?” she asks me, tension gathering between her brows.
“Like what?”
“Did she piss you off?”
“No. I’m not sure she’d know how to do that.”
“So, you’re just upset that I invited her?”
“Let him breathe, Bryce,” Daisy says lightly, rubbing her arm.
This is Bryce in all her glory. From the moment I met her as a reckless teenager trying to find her footing, she’s had this sharp edge. Not cruel out of anger but out of love. I’ve always said her love language is attitude. Right now, she’s fluent.
Daisy’s the only one who softens her. Instead of a cement shell, she’s gooey inside.
“I’m starting to think you don’t want to hang out with me anymore. You keep dropping me off in Millie’s arms,” I joke, trying to lighten the mood.
Daisy frowns, shaking her head. “That’s not true. You’re always welcome to be with us.”
“I know, baby girl.” I smooth a hand down her hair before staring at Bryce. She lets the fire in her eyes dim. “And I know what you’re trying to do.”
“What’s that?” she asks bluntly.
“She’s not here to stay, and I’m not getting mixed up in that.”
Bryce keeps her expression blank, trying to make me crack. “Who?”
“Millie is my friend,” I say firmly.
“For now.”
I groan, glancing at the cloudy sky before looking back at her. “Let it go.”
“The whole playboy thing is old, Shade. It’s worn out. Find a different personality trait.”
“You make it sound like I’ve been flashing my dick on Main Street. I haven’t slept with anyone in months,” I mutter.
And it’s going to stay like that.
