Page 70 of I Knead You Tonight

She nods, lips pursed, trying to find the best way to describe it.

“See, when a man and a woman haven’t had sex for alongtime and they’re super horny, they—”

“Wren!” I throw a dish towel at her. “I’m being serious right now!”

“I am too. At first, for me, it was about being horny and wanting to get back out into the dating world. Then you”—she looks at me pointedly—“had the fake dating idea and set things into motion for me and Foster. I truly didn’t think of him as anything other than my good friend or my brother’s best friend. He was just Foster. He wasn’t anything special.”

She grins to herself, and I love the way her face lights up when she talks about him.

I wonder if I’ll ever have that same sort of feeling about anyone.

“Then something shifted. Spending time with him just felt so…right. Like that was where I was supposed to be, with him. It was subtle. It didn’t happen overnight. It just happened.”

“But how did you know you wanted to take it further with him? Like…you know…”

“How did I know I wanted to beat cheeks with him?”

I cringe. “Can you not?”

“Sorry.” She laughs, sounding anything but. “It’s just funny seeingyoube shy about sex.”

“I just don’t want the guys to hear.”

“Ah, yes, good point. They’ll tease you mercilessly.” She leans closer. “To answer your question, I didn’t realize itwasgoing to get sexual. He just kissed me one day, and after that, I couldn’t think about anything else. He was seared into my head. My breath would come in short spurts just thinking about it. The kiss made me feel…”

“Alive?” I say.

That’s how Winston made me feel.

Like I could breathe easy for the first time in a long damn time, even though he was stealing the breath from my lungs.

It was a weird sensation, but I want to feel it again so badly.

Kissing him again is all I can think about.

Maybe I’mnotconfusing my feelings at all…

“No.” Wren breaks into my thoughts. “Horny. Likesuperhorny. LikeI could jump his bones at any point in timehorny.”

“That sounds…”

“Insane, right?” She nods. “He has a way of doing that too, making me feel crazy—but in a good way. Not one of thoselook at me wrong and I’ll bury you then help them look for youkinds of crazy, but the okay kind.”

“Okay.” I push off the counter. “You scare me a bit, but I get it.”

Winston makes me crazy too.

Sometimes I think it’s in the bad way, but perhaps that’s because I’m still figuring him out.

Maybe if I let him in a little, he’ll let me in, and it won’t be so scary anymore.

“So…I gotta ask,” Wren starts as I untie my apron and set it on the counter. “Do you, uh, like someone I should know about?”

I gulp.

Wren is my best friend and I know for a fact she’d have no issues with the idea of me being into her brother. She’s chill like that.

But I am by no means ready to tell her about it.

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