Page 87 of Make Her Mine

“Be right back,” I tell our little group as I beeline for Graham.

He sees me coming and pulls up, saying something to Margot. She nods and continues on toward the fire. “Hey,” she greets me as we pass.

“Am I stealing your date?” I tease.

“Not if you don’t keep him all night,” she says with a grin.

I lift a brow as I turn to watch her walk away. That almost sounded as if she agreed that Graham was her date.

Well, okay, then. Very good.

I turn back toward my best friend and cross the grass quickly. “Okay, spill.”

Graham tucks his hands into his pockets. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Bullshit. You can’t lie to me. What’s going on with you and Margot? Did you finally tell her how you feel?”

“Well, not exactly.”

I narrow my eyes and look up at him. Graham is a very straightforward person, especially with me. “What does that mean?”

“We haven’t really talked about it, but I think kissing her last night probably gave her an idea of how I feel.”

My mouth drops open, and I swat his arm. “You did? You just grabbed her and kissed her?”

He laughs, then gives me a goofy grin. “I didn’t grab her. But we were saying goodnight, and I said, “there’s just more thing” and she asked, “what?” and I said, “this” and I kissed her.”

“Graham!” I squeal, though I try to keep my voice down. “That’s amazing! Way to go!”

He laughs again and I love it. I love how happy he looks. “She kissed me back. And then said, “I was wondering if you were ever going to do that.””

I laugh and give him an affectionate nudge. “That’s awesome. I’m so happy for you!” I can’t help but think about the kisses I’ve shared with Jefferson. For public display or not, you can tell a lot from someone’s kiss.

Graham nods and his gaze finds something—or rather, someone—over my right shoulder. “Yeah. Me too. Best festival ever.”

I tip my head. “So is that all you’re going to do with your dream girl while you’re here?”

The sooner these two get serious, the sooner my best friend is back in Sapphire Falls to stay. Of course I’m going to rush this.

Graham’s focus comes back to me. “Should I be telling you about this?”

“You tell me everything.”

“Yeah, but this is Margot. Should I talk to you about her like this?”

“Margot will talk to me about you like this if that’s any consolation,” I tell him.

I’m ninety-nine percent sure that’s true. I’ve never actually been in a situation where one of my friends is serious about and sleeping with another of my friends now that I think about it.

Graham looks a little concerned. “She’ll tell you about her sex life?”

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “Never mind. I won’t let her. Maybe just that you have one? But I don’t wanna know the details.”

He quickly nods. “By the way, same goes for you and Jefferson. I definitely don’t need to know.”

I open my mouth to tell him there is nothing to tell, but for some reason, the words won’t come out.

There isn’t anything to tell. But there’s one little word that floats through my mind right after that phrase.

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