Page 46 of No Rings Attached
“Gladys, I think I just threw up a little in my mouth.” Drew swallowed hard a few times, a pained expression on his face. “Never mentionsisterin the same sentence when you’re advising Ellie and me on what to do.”
I let my hand rest on his knee and grinned up at him. “Are you able to continue or do we need to stop so you can bleach your brain?”
“What you’re doing is a good start in making me forget,” he said under his breath so only I could hear. If he hadn’t clamped his hand down over mine, I would’ve snatched it right back.
“Yes, just like that! I can feel the sexual tension between you two,” Glamma cooed.
Drew groaned. “I donotneed to hear you talk about sexual tension, Glamma.”
“My grandson’s got the modesty of a monk. Come on, scoot in close.”
“Seriously, Glamma,” Drew groaned. “You’re casting me as a poster child for boring.”
I moved closer until our thighs touched, and when his arm dropped over my shoulders, I resisted the urge to snuggle in, but the whole point of this was to become comfortable with each other. Couples in relationships did stuff like this all the time. I gave in and laid my head on his bicep and placed my hand over his heart. I didn’t want to look too closely at the fact that in his embrace I felt safe and cared for.
“Have you two set any rules yet?” Glamma asked.
I shook my head. “We haven’t.”Crap.I knew we needed them, but it kept slipping my mind.
Probably because you don’t want any restrictions when it comes to Drew and his body, Bad Eleanor was in my head again, taunting me.
Glamma sighed dramatically and threw her hand out to encompass her friends. “If we’re going to convince your family your love is for real, then you both need to get this down pat. Thank God we’re here now.”
The women nodded in agreement, and I had the funniest thought that this must have been what it was like onThe Golden Girlsset. These four certainly fit the bill.
Observing them, they sure reminded me of the women on the show. Glamma bore a striking resemblance to Rose, Gladys to Dorothy, Martha to Sophia, and Goldie to Blanche.
I had half a mind to ask if they styled themselves deliberately.
Drew looked between the two of us. “How many rules do we need?”
“I don’t know?” I shrugged. “A few, I think.” Besides, maybe having rules would keep me from falling for Drew any more than I already had.
“Excellent.” Martha clapped her hands together. “This is going to be fun. For the first rule, PDA is needed in public.”
Drew smirked. “I think we’ve got that down.”
My cheeks flamed as I remembered our kiss in the diner.
Glamma tapped her chin. “True. Eyes only for each other. Even though you’re faking this relationship, you can’t see anyone else, look at anyone else, flirt with anyone else, or kiss anyone else.”
“That’s easy,” Drew replied.
“Really? No former exes I need to worry about?” I tried to sound like I was teasing him, but jealousy rippled through me.
“Nope. I’ve ended things on good terms with the people I dated.” He paused. “What about you?”
I laughed at the humor of his statement, only to have it die away as his eyes narrowed. “You’re serious?”
“What about your ex?”
Oh, my God. Washejealous? “Kyle?”
He nodded.
“Not at all. You’re already a better boyfriend to me than he ever was.”
Drew’s chest puffed up and his satisfied hum made me chuckle.
