Page 13 of Accidental Husband
He returns the gesture.
I hide my smile behind my drink. He's doing a good job of cheering me up. "I'm not talking about it."
"I know."
"No, I mean, that's one of my terms. I'm not talking about him." I swallow another sip. Mmm. This drink really is creamy perfection. It's too much this late at night, but I don't care. Bliss is better than sleep anyway.
"There are terms?" He perks up.
"Yeah."
"So you're going?"
"Considering it." I pull my legs onto my chair and fold them over each other. "If you agree to my terms."
"Name them." His lips curl around the straw.
God, his lips really are full. Soft.
I bet he's a good kisser.
I've always wondered. As a friend.
I wonder about people. If their personalities out of the bedroom match their personalities in the bedroom.
"Jules?" He sets his drink down. Wipes a drop of coffee from his lips. "Your terms?"
Right. Terms. Not imagining my best friend's kissing skills. "No discussion of Jackson."
"Unless you bring him up."
I stare back at Griff.
"I know you, Jules. You're gonna get drunk and start crying and you're gonna want to talk about him."
I bite my lip. I know he means that in a loving way, but it still feels like an insult.
It's not like Griff is any better at handling his feelings. His liquor, sure. But his feelings?
No way.
His gaze passes over me slowly. "You're thinking something."
"That I enjoy the decor." I motion to the matcha shop's clean white walls. The framed photos of tea leaves and swirled soft serve in every shade of pastel. Matcha green, yuzu orange, sweet potato purple.
"It's conditioning," he says. "You love everything that comes with your caffeine high."
"And you?" I motion to his latte. This place specializes in matcha, but they have coffee too. And Griffin insists the iced lattes are to die for.
"There's a big difference between the two of us."
"Is there?"
He nodshell yeah.
I stare back at him, waiting.
He doesn't budge.
