Page 23 of The Friend Situation

She smirks with a brow popped as if she saw my thoughts. “I’ve had lots of practice.”

“You’re tipsy,” I mutter, my pulse quickening.

Anytime her inhibitions fall, she throws away our carefully constructed boundaries. She test-drives my willpower, forcing me to reject every advance she makes.

Carlee bats her long lashes. “This is when things get fun.”

The scent of her perfume surrounds me as I lean in close. “As much as I don’t want to cut this short, I have to go. A car waits for you outside. I’ll see you there.”

She grabs my hand.

“How did you know I was going to ditch tonight?” Her breath is hot against my skin.

“When you didn’t choose the blue dress.”

“Seriously?” She creates space between us, the air suddenly charged with something more.

“Yeah. And I caught a glimpse of your expression. Hope to never see that look on your face again,” I say truthfully.

“Never,” she whispers. Vulnerability flashing in her eyes. “Ialwayslook forward to us.”

“Let’s keep it that way.” I shoot her a wink. “See you soon.”

“Soon,” she repeats, and I catch a glint of something.

I pay the bill, careful not to meet her gaze as I move toward the exit. Leaving her is always the hardest part.

I climb into the back of the SUV, sinking into the leather seat as my driver zooms away. Anticipation and excitement coil in my stomach as I text her the details for tomorrow night.

Carlee

We’re going to Ambrosia? Are you serious?

Weston

Yes.

Carlee

But the dress code …

Weston

I’ll take care of it. Don’t forget I have fuck-you money. Anything else?

Carlee

I guess not.

Weston

Great. A car will pick you up at seven sharp tomorrow night. Wardrobe will be delivered an hour prior.

Carlee

I cannot believe we’re going to Ambrosia.

Weston

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