Page 38 of Just Friends

Rebecca shrugged. “Well…”

“Well, what?”

“Things were different with you…. I can’t talk about that.”

Not that he wished to hear the details of her with Kyle. “How so?”

“Fun,” she answered into his shirt. His shoulders stiffened at the response. What she went through both stunned and saddened him. Weasel thought himself as a good judge of character but chalked up the fact he hated Kyle because he’d won Rebecca’s affections. He was pissed off with himself, that he’d never tried to back then. He wanted to make it up to her now. Wait, she said things were different with him. What did that mean?

“Does that mean you did things with me you wouldn’t do with him?” Rebecca blushed and buried her face in his chest. It boosted his ego by about a million. “Let’s get out of here and go back to my place.”

“You don’t want the food?”

“We’ll grab it and run.”

She shook her head. “They’re dying to find out what’s going on.”

“Yep. What do you want to tell them?”

“That I yelled, and you groveled.”

“I groveled? Oh, no. I don’t grovel…. I mean, I would for you, but I have a reputation here. We’re not saying that.” Rebecca threw her head backward laughing, and he used the opportunity to brush his lips across her neck. The breath caught in her throat.

“Fine. What do you want to tell them?”

“You yelled,” Weasel responded kissing up to her ear and nibbled her earlobe, “then I sweet-talked you into forgiving me.”

Rebecca giggled. “Sweet talk? No one will believe that.”

“I can be persuasive.” Working his way back down her neck. “More believable than groveling.”

“This isn’t sweet-talking.”

“I’m better at this part.”

“Humble too.” It brought a laugh out of him. A mischievous smile spread across her face. “We go back in there still fighting.”

“What?”

“Yeah. Then we’ll both be mad and leave separately and meet at your place for some making up.”

“I love that part, but why are we arguing?”

“Fewer questions and not weird when we both leave early.”

“The girls may not let you go that easy.”

“Don’t worry.”

“I’m eating before.” Weasel reached into his pocket and pulling out keys and detaching the house key. “Leave first; let yourself in.”

“Afraid you’ll go and me not be able to get away?”

“Something like that.” Weasel pulled her in for another kiss.

Following Rebecca to the porch, she winked at him before throwing the door open. “All right, I’m inside; stop manhandling me.” She stomped down the hall to the sitting room.

“You’re gonna freeze to death being so stubborn,” Weasel yelled. “Get warm by the fire.”

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