Page 32 of You, Me, and Forever

I gave her a nod. “I understand. So, we’re friends. I’ve never had a female friend that I didn’t fuck.”

She smiled and shook her head. “You just really say what you think, don’t you?”

“Always.” I pushed to my feet, and she followed.

“Well, I’m glad we’re on the same page. And I have lots of guy friends, so I can take the lead on this. Plus, it behooves us to be friends, since I’ll probably be throwing some weddings at that monstrosity you’re building.”

As I held the door open, I leaned down close to her ear, the smell of strawberries wafting around me. “I’ll follow your lead, but I’m not going to lie. That pussy of yours is impossible to forget.”

She startled and turned to look at me, eyes wide. “You’ve got a filthy mouth, Moneybags.”

“Yeah? I think you like it.”

I placed a hand on the small of her back and guided her to my car, and this time when she slipped inside, she didn’t hesitate when I pulled the seat belt across her body, my knuckles grazing her breasts just before I snapped it in place.

I climbed into the driver’s seat, and we drove in silence for a few blocks.

“Thank you for saying that, even if you’re completely crude in your delivery and it’s clearly outside of the normal friendship boundaries,” she said with a chuckle.

“It’s crude to tell you that you have an unforgettable pussy?” I laughed as she guided me to her house, pointing out where I needed to turn along the way. “I’ll keep that in mind, because I’ve never told a woman that before.”

“You expect me to believe that?” She rolled her eyes before telling me to take the next right.

“I have no reason to lie. You’re an aggravating woman, no doubt about it. But that pussy of yours—it’s spectacular.”

Her mouth hung open. “Myles! If you want to be friends, this ends now. We’ve spent weeks hating one another. Let’s just tone down the sexual innuendos. I’m right up here on the left, the white house on the corner with the red door.”

I pulled into her driveway and turned to look at her.

Cheeks flushed. Eyes heated. Teeth sinking into her juicy bottom lip.

She was definitely struggling, just like I was.

I didn’t know why I couldn’t let it go.

I want her.

When was the last time I’d wanted someone this badly?

I couldn’t remember a time, honestly.

“Fine. Maybe I’m just a flirty friend,” I said as she pushed her door open, and I stepped out and hurried around the car.

I followed her up to the front porch. “Thanks for dinner. I’m glad we made a truce. And thank you for the inappropriate compliment. I would appreciate it if you don’t say it again, but for tonight, it was nice to hear.”

She offered me her hand, and I took it.

She held my gaze for the longest time. I leaned down and kissed her cheek.

“Good night, friend.”

She sighed and then turned to put the key in the door as I walked backward down her steps from the front porch toward my car.

I heard her laughing as she shut the door.

She wanted me to play by her rules.

And that was just fine.

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