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It would surely ruin our friendship. How would we come back from it? I don’t think we’d be able to.
It takes me forever to fall asleep, and when I do, my dreams are filled with what life with Ava could be like if she loved me the way I already love her.
Chapter 7
Ava
I wakeup to the sound of someone shuffling around my kitchen, and at first I panic, but then I remember Skylar spent the night.
Oh God.
I pull the covers up over my face like it will stop the embarrassment from reaching me.
I asked my best friend to show me how to pleasure a woman.
I said it was because I wanted to be prepared for the dating scene, but the truth of the matter is, I was feeling bold and a little reckless, so I wanted to test the waters with her.
I want to know how to makehercome. I want to know if she likes it hard or slow. Does she like to be teased and edged? Or does she get impatient and want to come immediately?
Great. Now I’m going to have to walk out there horny.
Drunk Ava was just echoing the thoughts Sober Ava refuses to voice out loud, but I know we’ll need to address it, and it’s going to be awkward as hell.
I roll out of bed and brush my teeth before tossing my hair in a messy bun and changing into a comfy blue lounge set.
The smell of bacon and eggs greets me as I open the door. Skylar is humming along to whatever music she has in her headphones.
She’s zoned out, swaying her ample hips gently to the beat, and I’m mesmerized by it. She’s wearing skin tight, black leggings and a cropped sweatshirt. Every time she moves the spatula, her shirt rides up and shows off a sliver of her soft skin.
Unsure how to proceed without scaring her, I knock on the wall loudly, which still startles her, and she nearly drops the spatula.
“Jesus, Aves, you scared the shit out of me.”
“Sorry. I didn’t know how else to approach you. I’m just glad you didn’t throw the spatula at me.”
Skylar chuckles. “I would have thrown the hot pan at an intruder. Good thing my hand wasn’t on it.”
“Whatever you’re making smells delicious.”
Skylar shrugs off my compliment. “It’s just scrambled eggs with bacon and cheese. Nothing fancy.”
I hum. “Well, considering my breakfast is usually yogurt with granola or Zoe’s uneaten pancakes, this is a gourmet meal.”
I watch her profile as Sky’s lips tip down in a frown. “You have to eat more than that, Aves. How are you functioning on such a small amount of food? Do I need to come over every morning to make sure you eat a proper breakfast?”
Thoughts of waking up to Skylar cooking breakfast while I get the kids ready for the day flash through my mind. She’d have us all full and satisfied every morning, I just know it.
But it’s not feasible, nor is it plausible.
I laugh like she made a joke, even though I don’t think she was one hundred percent kidding.
Which only makes her frown deepen.
“I’m fine, Sky,” I assure her. “But thank you for the offer.”
Skylar gives me abitch, be so for reallook, and I try to give her my best reassuring smile. At least she doesn’t seem ready to run for the hills after what I asked her last night. Maybe we can ignore it happened and move on with our friendship.
Skylar dishes up two plates of fluffy eggs mixed with crispy bacon bits and gooey cheese, a side of cinnamon sugar toast, and a big cup of iced coffee made just how I like it.
