Page 55 of One More Shot
And how did I not notice?
‘I’m just saying,’ Sasha continues with a shrug. ‘You don’t have to keep hiding it from me.’
‘We’re not,’ I say quickly. ‘We’re not fucking or anything like that.’
Sasha quirks a brow in obvious disbelief.
‘We’renot,’ I repeat firmly. ‘We’re just friends.’
She stares at me for a few long seconds and then bursts into laughter. ‘No, you’re not.’
‘Weare.’
‘No, I get that youthinkyou are,’ Sasha says in between giggles. She’s laughing like this is the funniest thing she’s ever heard. ‘But you’re not. You’re absolutely not.’ She leans back against my pillows and grins. ‘You guys are definitely going to fuck.’ Sasha, completely undeterred by my silence, happily continues on. ‘One hundred per cent you two are going to fuck. I bet my entire Fenty collection on it.’
That gets a snort out of me. ‘We’re not going to sleep together. Like I said, we’re just friends.’
Friends who sometimes share passionate kisses. The kindof kiss that lingers in your mind and provides several nights’ worth offunmaterial to think back on.
We’ve not kissed since. Haven’t even spoken about it. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I wouldn’t be mad if it happened again.
But itcan’thappen again, because we’re friends.
Just friends.
Sasha just hums as she jumps off my bed and flounces towards the door. ‘Can’t tell if you’re just being stubborn or if you’re genuinely an idiot.’
‘Can’t it be both?’ I ask with a weak laugh.
Sasha shakes her head once last time before she disappears out the door. ‘Pretty sure it is.’
I can’t get Sasha’s words out of my head. Every time I close my eyes, I see her smug face grinning at me as she mouths the wordsI told you so. She hasn’t been proved right, not yet anyway, but I’m woman enough to admit that shemighthave a point.
I’m sat on Dane’s comfy sofa, there’s an episode ofThe Chaseplaying on his large TV, the remnants of our dinner spread out around us, and Dane is sat between my legs.
His back is pressed up against my core and every few seconds he lolls his head back to rest against my stomach.
‘Stop moving so much,’ I scold him lightly, my fingers wrapped around one of his locs. We’ve been at it for the last couple of hours now and I’m almost finished – just one small patch at the front to neaten up, and then we’ll be done.
But I don’t want to be done.
I can’t tell if it’s Sasha’s voice drowning out the usually logical one in my head or if she’s just given me the blessing to act on the thoughts I’ve had for probably longer than I realise, but I’ve come to understand something.
Idowant to fuck Dane.
I want him to push me into the cushions on his couch and sink into me in a way that makes my toes curl, my back arch, and breathy little moans fall from my mouth. I can’t stop imagining it.
Every time he leans into me or brushes his hands against my leg, a warmth shoots through me and settles in the pit of my stomach in a delicious, teasing kind of way.
I’m going to kill Sasha.
I was perfectly happy living in self-imposed ignorance before. Happy to pretend like I was content with having Dane as a friend and nothing more. And then she had to go and ruin everything.
Because as much as I want to, I know that nothing can come from this. I sound like a broken record, but my rule is in place for a reason.
You’ve never been in a situation like this before, though. The treacherous Sasha voice in my mind makes a good point.
My rule is for one-night stands. Not friends. NotDane, the man who has become an integral part of my life in four short months without me even realising.
