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But before I fully formulate my question, Drew reaches me, wraps his arms around my back, tugs me to his chest and plants his lips on mine. I’m so stunned that I freeze up, my eyes wide before I feel him nudge me in the thigh with his knee, urging me not to mess this up, I assume. So I do the last thing I ever thought I’d do. I close my eyes, snake my arms around his neck, and kiss my best friend back. I kiss him back hard.
Good timing Drew!
“Oh,” Brielynne laughs sardonically, her grip on Julien tightening. “We’re not dating. We’re married. Have been for…,” she trails off, glancing up at Julien, her husband. “How long, darling? Five years now?” My stomach drops into my feet. My vision sways, likely because I just sucked in a giant rush of air and I’m holding it in tight. She eyes me hard with a very fake smile. “How do you know my husband again?”
Julien's a cheating rat!
I sometimes wish you weren’t my best friend and in love with another woman.
Oh my, now she's thinking about Drew as someone other than a friend.
I ordered three cinnamon crusted pancakes today instead of two. And bacon because every pity party should have a side of bacon.
Absolutely bacon always
The kind of woman you needed to be near without fully comprehending the fundamentals behind it. She got under my skin in this perfectly seemingly innocuous way. Like it was an unintentional blip in a universe categorically designed to fuck you up from within. And when everything fell apart with Aria, Margot became Switzerland, annoyingly neutral. Something I’m still grateful for.
Aww her sees her as someone important and as a friend.
It was fucking mind-blowing. All I knew was that I didn’t want to stop kissing Margot. My dick was very much in agreement. But then my brain finally kicked in and screamed, THIS IS MARGOT! Your best friend. Back the hell up! Now I just have to stop thinking about it.
Good luck forgetting Drew!
“What do you want–” I start to ask again just as my phone rings. Margot snickers. “If that’s Julien, let him know I’m busy sucking your dick and I’ll get back to him after I’ve swallowed.”
LOL snorted at her comeback!
“So, I’m planning to ask Aria to marry me,” Wes declares, the moment our asses hit plastic. I spit out my beer. Like it actually flies out of my mouth in a spray of gold that hits everything, and everyone, within a three-foot radius. I’m rewarded with the most malevolent glares from the poor bastards I showered, but what the fuck?! He had to say this shit in front of me at that exact moment? I mean, come on.
Surprize!
The grown woman in me, the one desperate to rid herself of that broken, damaged girl revels in this. Drew. I mean, gah! He’s everything and a bag of chips with some amazing dip on the side. He’s the dream and the fantasy, and lately, he seems to want me.
LOL a bag of chips and an amazing dip
Which means he’s a man who likes to play with his cake while eating out his wife. Or however the saying goes.
Nice slap back.
The edge of reason? Reason left me long ago. It ran off to join up forces with sanity and consequences. “I need a night out.”
Reason ...
