Page 75 of Damaged Prince
“Because I asked her to be my Valentine, duh.” Justin appears behind me. Winter’s eyes widen, the blush tinting her cheeks growing deeper. “And she accepted. Didn’t you, my pooky bear?”
“Justin,” Winter scowls at him. “Don’t call me that.”
“Okay, fine, my little love muffin.”
“Stop,” she groans.
“Okay, okay. My sexy lady.” He wiggles his brows.
“Are you harassing my best friend, Justin?” I ask, amusement bright as I wonder why my best friend, who swears she’s only into women, accepted being Justin’s Valentine.
“Me?” Justin gasps, placing his hand over his heart in mock offence. “I’d never.”
“You followed me around campus for twenty minutes until I stopped and talked to you,” Winter says, but she looks all giddy.
“Okay, fine. But in my defence, I was trying to get your attention. You didn’t stop.”
“I had a class to get to!” she counters. “One you made me late for.”
“My bad.” He actually looked guilty.
“It’s okay,” she sighs, smiling down at the flowers. “It was worth it.”
“Yeah?” Justin grins back.
“Maybe a little.” Winter rolls her eyes.
“So that's it?” I ask Justin, crossing my arms. “What about us?”
Justin blinks. “Huh?”
“You spend months hitting on me, calling me your girl, and you're just going to leave me for my best friend?”
“Wha-huh?” The poor guy looked so freaked out right now. “You thought I was being serious?”
“You weren't?” My eyes widen. “What the fuck, Justin? Stringing me along like that. That’s fucked up.”
He looks like he wants to puke. Okay, I feel bad now.
“Oh my god. His face.” Winter bursts into giggles.
“Wait...” Justin frowns. “You’re just fucking with me, aren’t you?”
“Of course I am,” I laugh. “I knew your flirting wasn’t serious.”
“It could have been,” he huffs.
“Nah, babe, it wasn’t.” I pat him on the shoulder.
However, his flirting with Winter? That I could believe was serious.
“You two are mean,” Justin pouts.
“Sorry.” I wrap my arm around his shoulder, leaning my head against it. “I do love you, though. Like a brother.”
“Like a brother, as in stepbrother?” He grins.
“No. Like a blood brother. As in, not a sexual way at all, and I want to murder you half the time.”
