Page 24 of Accidentally Falling for Her
“You two really expect us to believe that you’ve never fooled around?” I ask, my tone making my complete disbelief evident.
“Um, yes. Because it’s the truth?” Parker responds, sounding equally confused.
“Come on, not you too.” Oakley groans dramatically. “I thought you two of all people wouldn’t buy into the whole ‘best friends who are that close and live together must befucking’ thing that so many people give us shit about,” he says, sounding exasperated as he throws his head back, even though he’s still smiling.
I look at Aspen, who’s probably also remembering all the times we’ve kissed.Does she miss it as much as I do? Why haven’t we kissed since college?“It’s not a bad thing, honey,” I assure Oakley. “Aspen and I have kissed plenty of times,” I add.
“Really?” he asks, perking up at that.
“Sure. It’s not a big deal,” I say. Then I have a great idea. “Want us to show you?”
“Okay,” Oak quickly answers, making me laugh.
If he wants a show, I’m happy to give him one. I stand up and walk over to Aspen, sitting right on her lap. I don’t remember if we ever kissed in this position back then, but it feels right, like I fit on top of her perfectly. I’m overcome with a sense of calm as I tilt Aspen’s chin up with my hand and bring our lips together. Immediately, I’m brought back to all the times we’ve done this before. It might have been years, but Aspen’s lips on mine feel like finally coming home after a long trip.Like I’m back where I belong. Our mouths move together easily; it's comfortable and fun. It makes me feel alive, like my whole body is buzzing as I slip my tongue into her mouth, teasing hers as I relax further into her lap.
I’d forgotten how amazing it is to kiss Aspen. Why did we stop doing this? I lick into her mouth, wanting more, chasing the high of this moment we’re sharing.
“Wow, you really went for it,” Oak says with a laugh, startling us apart. I’d sort of forgotten the guys were here.Aspen has always been the best kisser.Parker is a lucky man.
Aspen and I join in Oakley’s laughter. When we all have a chance to calm down, I turn to Oakley expectantly. “Your turn.”
“Am I supposed to go sit on his lap too?” Oakley jokes. Aspen and I both manage to maintain a serious expression while we nod, so he stands with a defeated huff and walks over to Parker. Instead of trying to sit sideways across his lap like I did with Aspen, he pulls out Parker’s chair and fully straddles him. “Is this okay?” he asks Parker softly.
They’re adorable. Parker still looks like he’s confused about how his best friend ended up on top of him, but to his credit, he just wraps his arms around Oakley’s hips to keep him steady and laughs. “Yeah, why not.”
Then Oak is cupping Parker’s jaw to tilt his face up toward him and goes for it. It’s not long before Oakley has his tongue in Parker’s mouth. Parker seems to be just as into it, kissing him back rather forcefully, like he wants to be the one in control, holding him firmly in place now. Oakley moves his other hand into Parker’s hair before sucking his bottom lip between his own, following it with a slow little nip with his teeth. Then he licks the same spot, and Parker lets out a soft moan. Wow. This is way more intense than I expected. I know Oakley is a good kisser, but he must really be trying to outdo us.Is Parker grinding up into him?I’mstill not convinced this is really the first time they’ve kissed. This is practically pornographic.
Parker pulls away with a gasp, lifting Oakley off his lap.
“See, that was really hot,” I assure them, not wanting them to feel self-conscious.
“Super hot,” Aspen agrees, smirking at me.
Is she thinking the same thing about our kiss?
There’s no doubt in my mind that both Oakley and Parker thoroughly enjoyed that experience. They looked like passionate lovers, not people who were supposedly kissing for the first time. Were they just putting on a show for our sake? Or could there be more going on between them?
But they said there wasn’t, so I believe them. I meant what I said. Kissing your best friend can be no big deal. Aspen and I used to kiss all the time, and it’s never meant anything more than some fun between friends…
Right?
I look over Aspen, suddenly replaying our kiss with a different focus. Was she as into it as Oakley and Parker were? Was I? I’ve always thought Aspen was just a really great kisser—that has to be the only reason I’ve missed it so much, why I’ve always jumped at the opportunity to kiss her.
Parker must ask Oakley if he’s alright while I’m stuck in my head because he answers way too loudly. “Why wouldn’t I be okay? Like Sage said, no big deal. Right?”
“Right. No big deal,” Parker agrees. They both seem a little shaken, and if I’m being totally honest, I am too.
Not because of them though. I’m not worried about my boyfriend kissing someone else like maybe I should be. I try to search myself for some ounce of jealousy or hurt, and there isn’t any.
All I seem to be able to focus on is replaying my kiss with Aspen, wondering if we looked as passionate as Oakley and Parker.
Why do I hope we did?
Oakley suddenly turns to me, grabbing my hand. “I’m ready for bed, honey, are you?” he asks, already starting to move toward his room.
“Sure,” I agree, laughing at myself and how silly I’m being. Surely if Aspen wanted to kiss mefor real, she would have told me at some point over the last ten plus years. Or we would have kissed outside of drunken dares and without an audience.
Not that we were drunk tonight. I don’t think I ever touched that new glass Parker poured.
