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

by Emma R. Alban

Shouldn’t she be swooning? He’s swoon-worthy, she can tell. But there’s no swoon in her.

It sends a little spark through her chest, that laughter just for her.

Even with all the . . . kissing, they’re still friends. At the very least, whatever else, they’re still friends.

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She swallows hard as Gwen slurps her oyster from its shell, tipping her head back to get the rest of the sauce. The bob of her throat and the line of her neck and the way her tongue snakes out to rim her lips—dear God, that was perhaps the most arousing thing Beth’s ever seen.

So hot

Slurping oysters, and exchanging kisses, and going on walks, and reading quietly in the library.