Page 17 of Last First Love
K.T. shrugs. "You've got that same expanse of skin. It's no big deal."
My hand flies up to my mouth. "I do not have a set of balls. No way. I don't have a taint or a grundle. Ick."
At this, K.T. actually does fall over from laughing. Well, good. Because otherwise I might have to smack her.
Darcy gives me a small, very apologetic looking smile. "Just because you've never sat on a copier and made a few hundred copies of it doesn't mean it's not there. You need to get a hand mirror—"
At that, K.T. lets out a yelp of laughter that sounds even louder because the heavy metal she'd started on the jukebox finally cuts off. And that's it. I kick at her with my pointy-toed boot, but she's wriggling all over the floor so I miss.
"A hand mirror," she finally snorts out. "A freaking hand mirror." She wipes her eyes. "I swear. I couldn't make this up. I can't wait to tell Reed later—"
This time it's Darcy who takes a kick at her. Unlike me, she doesn't miss.
"You stop that right now. Whatever happens in Girl Club stays in Girl Club."
I pause and look at Darcy. "Does this mean we're friends for real now?"
K.T. rubs her shin, but still manages an epic eye roll. "Obviously, Sherlock Holmes. Now let's figure out how to get Daniels to pull his head out of his ass and give you another of those epic inferno kisses."
Darcy's eyes latch onto mine. "Epic inferno? I've got to hear this."
I know I'm blushing again, but I almost feel excited about telling her. At least about the kissing the hot guy part. And maybe these two can help me figure out how to make it happen again, but this time with less jerk involved.
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Ican't wait to kiss her again. I know, I know. Elliott's going to kill me and she was looking a little bit murder-y herself too by the time I finally took a hint and escaped from Riddles, but I can work with this.
Because I was definitely telling her the truth about being unable to resist another taste of her. Now all I have to do is figure out how to convince her that kissing me isn't a bad thing. In fact, it's an amazingly good thing and we should do it all the time over and over again. Maybe with our clothes off in my bed.
First of all, I've got to figure out what to do in order to get her attention in a good way. Ordinarily, I'd call Elliott and ask his advice because he's better at the relationship type stuff than I am. I mean, basically everyone I know is better at relationships than me, but I trust him to give me good advice and not try to mess up my game.
Unfortunately, since I'm trying my very best to bang his extremely off limits little sister, I don't get to call him for an assist. I briefly consider calling Abernathy, but he's probably boning the hell out of his new fiancée right now and I'm not one to interrupt that. I mean, not unless it's funny or otherwise beneficial to me. And I can't think of a way that it is right now, so I'd better save that up later.
That leaves Aaron. He’s a good guy, so maybe he can sort this out. I’m about five minutes away from asking a random stranger, so he’s got to be better than some random guy, right?
Anyway, my gut is screaming at me to fix this thing with Lily immediately so that I can kiss her. Or at least reassure myself that she likes me enough to kiss me again. Preferably without her clothes on, but you know. I'll take what I can get.
I call him and he picks up right away. "What's the matter, Daniels?"
I pull the phone away from my face and stare at it. Then I lift it back to my face and say, "What happened to saying hello like. normal person?"
I can practically hear him shrugging. "You never call me unless it's an emergency. So, what's the emergency, Daniels? Do I need bail money for this?"
"No, Aaron. You don't need freaking bail money. I'm not that kind of guy."
He snorts. "Sure. If you're not in trouble, then tell me why you called."
The pause that follows is practically a confession. Maybe I do only call him when I need his help. I can't change the general level of my neediness, but after this I’m going to work on being a less crappy friend for sure. "I need some advice about a girl."
He laughs at me, that jerk. "Yeah right. Go ahead and say it. You know I'm down for helping you with whatever. You don't have to make up some pretend girl problems to get me to hang out with you."
I sigh. "I'm coming over."
He pauses. "No. No, you're not."
But I'm already halfway out the door with my keys in hand. Everything inside me is telling me to get some expert advice and then sort things out with Lily immediately, or else I'm likely to lose my chance to do it altogether.
"Yeah actually, I am. So, you'd better clean up because we need to have a man-to-man talk."
