Page 421 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
“No, it’s cold.” He dodged away from me and lay down on the bed.
I lay down beside him and put the icepack back on his head.
He groaned.
“You’ll thank me later.”
“No I won’t,” he said.
“You will.” I brushed some of his hair off his forehead.
He sighed. “Of all the people you could date. Why would you date my best friend?”
“We’re all best friends,” I said.
“Not now.”
I swallowed hard as I stared up at the star on my ceiling. I didn’t want everything to change. But Axel was right. I was worried it already had. “We’ll always be best friends. All four of us.”
We were both quiet for a few moments.
“Your text made it seem like you were jealous tonight,” Axel said. “Were you?”
“About George?”
“Georgia.”
“I’m not jealous of George. I don’t even think you were with her.”
“Yes I was. I’ll draw a portrait next time so you’ll believe me.”
“Please don’t.”
He laughed and the icepack fell off his head.
I readjusted it for him.
“You can change into that silky number again. I’ll watch.” He laughed.
“You mean you won’t watch?”
“Isn’t that what I said?”
I laughed. “No. It wasn’t.”
Axel slowly turned his head to me. “I’m not your big brother,” he said.
“Or my cousin. I know.”
“You’re pretty even when you’re torturing me.”
“Stop saying that.”
“Why?”
I stared into his eyes. I so badly wanted him to actually think I was pretty. And every time he said it, it killed me a little. “Because you’re drunk and you don’t mean it.”
“But you are torturing me.”
