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“Breakfast is here.”
“I see that. I’m going to brush my teeth. I’ll be right back.”
“Sure.”
Amanda wondered if Wren was brushing her teeth for the same reason Amanda had. Hygiene … but also kissing.
Damn, Amanda could not wait for more kissing.
Wren reappeared as Amanda finished laying out the spread on the coffee table between the loveseat and fireplace.
There was champagne, orange juice, a fruit platter, warm chocolate dipping sauce, croissants, mini waffles with petite pots of syrup, blueberry muffins, and glazed donuts.
“Holy shit,” Wren said. “This is my dream breakfast. All these glorious carbs.”
Amanda grinned. She knew Wren had a sweet tooth, and she’d picked accordingly. She wiggled the cork out of the champagne bottle. “Want some?”
“Hell yeah.”
Amanda passed over a flute of champagne. Wren took it, filled a plate with baked goods, and lounged back on the couch. Amanda covered her plate in fruit and drizzled the chocolate over it.
They ate in silence for a few minutes before Wren blurted out, “Do we need to talk about last night?”
Amanda froze with a strawberry halfway to her mouth. “We can.” She didn’t really like the doom and gloom on Wren’s face, though.
Last night had been a whole buffet of firsts for Amanda, but she didn’t want to make a big deal of it. Amanda wasn’t vibrating with excitement this morning because she’d finally kissed a woman. She was excited because that woman had been Wren.
Wren scratched at her bare knee. They were both still in their pajamas, and Wren looked as tasty as the blueberry muffins.
“I don’t know,” Wren moaned. “Talking is the responsible thing. I would like to be more responsible. I don’t want to be the girl who doesn’t take shit seriously, and I have no idea what you want or if you’re okay. And—”
“Do I not seem okay?” Amanda asked.
“You aren’t reacting the way I expected.”
“What did you expect?”
Wren shot her a slightly guilty pout. “For you to freak out and overthink it.”
“That does sound like me.” Amanda smiled a little.
Wren threw up her hands, almost spilling champagne. “I know! I know you. But that’s not what you’re doing. Why not?”
Amanda ate her strawberry. “I’m happy. I’m on vacation, so there’s a bit of unreality to the whole thing. Like consequences don’t exist. And … I’ve always respected your ability to live in the moment. I want to live in the moment. I want to havefun, Wren.”
“You’re going to be rash and act without a plan or regard to consequences? You’remein this scenario?”
“I guess.” Amanda smiled wider. “Is that okay with you?”
Wren hesitated, and Amanda started to worry that she’d read this whole situation wrong. Then Wren chugged a few gulps of champagne. “Okay, so you don’t need a long, drawn-out conversation about what this means?”
“No. As long as our friendship is fine, I’m fine.”
“And you want to keep fooling around until you go back to California on New Year’s Day?” Wren asked.
“Yes.”
Wren scrubbed her hands through her hair and laughed.
