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.

her face still a pretty shade of pink.

“Men with eyes like that are cruel,”

But surely that doesn’t mean—they’re friends. Shouldn’t she love her friend?

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

“Unhappy people are often cruel to avoid the cruelty within.”

Her suitor. Likely to propose within the month. He’s here, next to her, sitting there all tall and handsome, while Gwen grips at her hand with fingers that have been inside her and lips still slightly plumped from her fervid kisses and other—

You’ll have to tell me what you told Lord Havenfort last time. I can say the same to Gwen.”

There’s no way out but forward. Like mother, like daughter.

They stare at each other for a long moment before Gwen takes a slug of something and turns away, back to her father and friends and family, while Beth stands alone, surrounded by people.

Watching isn’t bad though. It’s giving her all kinds of ideas for later tonight.