The Situationship (Part of Your World, #3.5)

by Abby Jimenez

It meant he was a good enough friend to buy it, or a good enough friend to be gifted it. No matter which scenario, he was a good enough friend to hang it, even though it wasn’t as polished as Daniel’s work was now.

Women should snoop. Snooping saves lives. Lets you know if you’re in the house of a serial killer or a married man or a guy with a closet full of Sharpies to draw dicks on trails.

I took a bite and had to close my eyes. It was incredible. It was probably the best thing I’d ever eaten and the man pulled it out of his ass in less than ten minutes. This was a love language to me.

Do you always ask such invasive questions?” “Do you always answer them?” “I do if I’m not ashamed of the answers,” he said, licking honey off his thumb. Green flag, green flag, green flag.

“Are you going to play the guitar for me or not?” “You are so bossy.” “Do you want me to leave?” “Not even a little.” He grinned.

He started doing vocal exercises. Oh my God, there was going to be singing. I was either going to love this or hate this.

“All right. I will. But only because you scare the shit out of me. I don’t want to ruffle your feathers.” He grinned.

Maybe I was a mean little protective chicken. Maybe I was starting to feel a little protective of him. This nice, unbothered, lonely man who didn’t care what people thought and probably rarely asked for help, even when he needed it.