Don't Want You Like a Best Friend (Mischief & Matchmaking, #1)

by Emma R. Alban

Gwen finds their height difference rather charming. Beth fits against her nicely.

Any of them might feel lucky to have her. But she doubts she’ll feel as lucky in return to be had.

She thinks Beth’s likely to be a more amiable partner, and far nicer to look at.

demure

“Yes, Mother,” Beth says demurely.

Me too girl

She socked him in the jewels and insulted him, and he’s like a lovesick schoolboy even still.

All the while, her thumb continues to draw hypnotic patterns against Gwen’s pulse. She wonders if Beth can feel the way her heartbeat is jumping through her gloves.

Between the perfume and the sun and Beth, she’s a little bit dizzy.

But how is she to settle that in her head, when she feels nothing for Lord Montson and everything everything everything for Gwen?

hands resting demurely