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Maddox Coulter was still an asshole behind a pretty mask. And I was the stupid girl who fell in love with her best friend.
“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”
Don’t play games with a girl who can play them better.
His deep voice rolled down my spine. “Don’t fall for me, Lila. I’ll break you.”
“I break 'em, Lila. I love to break rules.” “It makes you feel extra manly?” I taunted. “No. It makes me feel alive.”
“Keeping you warm. I'm a man, Lila. I know you don't like me and think I'm an absolute asshole.” His lips twitched when I scoffed. “Fine, I'm an asshole sometimes." I gave him the look. Are you serious? "Okay, all the time. But I still know how to treat a lady right.”
“I don't need a knight in shining armor. I can take care of myself.”
“I'm not going to be your Knight because I know you aren't a damsel in distress. You’re more like the dragon in the fairy tale.”
His arms clenched around me, and he nuzzled his nose into my neck. Hold me tighter, he said without any words. I got you.
“You’ll bring Berkshire to its knees, Sweet Cheeks.”
Maddox wrapped his pinky around mine, squeezing it the slightest bit.
“Friends?” I breathed. “Friends,” he agreed.
“I got you,” he breathed in my ear, before pulling away.
“Because I need the world to know they can’t mess with what’s mine.”
“They’re scared of me?” “They’re scared of us,” he amended.
He needed me; he needed his friend. “I’m not leaving. Pinky swear.”
I realized Maddox Coulter was a little bit ruined, a little bit messy, a little bit broken -- a beautiful disaster. Like me.
“Stop looking at my ass, Garcia.” “Stop prancing around me naked, Coulter.”
They live to gossip while we’re living our lives to the fullest. So, who cares
She was the calm in my reckless life. I was the chaos in her peaceful one.
“Lila’s my best friend,” I finally confessed, with a curl of my lips.
No, she didn’t fix me, and I didn’t fix her. We just… held each other; it was that simple.
This was Maddox, my best friend.
Pinky swear, me and you... forever.
Love was too simple of a word to describe it because love was black and white. Love or don’t love – there was not really an in-between. What we had… it was a kaleidoscope of colors.
“Well, yeah. Because I am your main chick. All the other girls are just your side chicks.”
I didn’t need a girlfriend. Lila Garcia was already the best thing in my life.
“Maddox?” “Um, yeah?” “I love you,” I whispered. His arm flexed around my hips. “I know.” His hold tightened around me in the slightest bit. His lips feathered over my forehead in a whisper of a kiss, before he placed his cheek on top of my head again. “I love you, too.”
“If I love you, I give you the power to destroy me. I’m not strong enough for that. I can’t be just another girl to you, Maddox. I need to be more; I deserve more, and I don’t think you can give that. I can’t risk us and what we are. We’re beautiful… just like this. Friends.”
She did a slow spin. “So, how do I look?” Her pouty red lips had my dick straining against my black slacks and I stifled a groan. “Pretty,” I rumbled. Lila pursed her lips, pouting. “Just pretty?” I took a step toward her, unable to stop myself. “Gorgeous. Beautiful. Exquisite. Stunning. Lovely. Angelic. Breathtaking. Ravishing. Elegant. Bewitching. Alluring. Heavenly. The angels would bow to you because they can’t compete. So. Fucking. Exquisite.”
His hand came into view. He was showing me his pinky. God, Maddox. Unshed tears blurred my vision. “Friends?” he asked in a low voice. I hooked my pinky around his. “Friends.” We both lied to ourselves, but it was better that way. It had to be.
“If there’s a God, He doesn’t want me to be happy. Maybe it’s my fault because I pushed you into the arms of another man. But He won’t let me have you even though I begged him to let me love you freely. I can’t remember the last time I asked Him for something. I guess... I’m not meant to have what I want. My parents. A family. You. You. You,”
Maybe that was all we were or could ever be: an incomplete sentence and a story without an ending.
“I dare you.” Maddox tilted his head, and his fingers dug into my hips. “I dare you to kiss me,” I breathed.
“Don’t fall for me,” he rasped darkly. Too late, baby.
“I dare you to stay.” His lips touched mine again. Kiss. My heart stuttered. “I dare you to give us a chance.” Kiss. I forgot how to breathe. “I dare you, Lila.”
