Page 36 of Forever Wild
When she recovers, she asks, “Dinner withyou?”
“Do you see anyone else here?” I ask dryly.
I’m already regretting asking. It was a dumb idea. I should go inside, shower, and call someone else to come over. I’m healed enough that fucking someone into next week is no longer a concern.
“All right. Sure.”
I hesitate. I’m not at all confident I heard her right. She’s never this agreeable.
“What do you want to eat?” she asks.
There’s a sudden rush of lust and anticipation thrumming through me. It’s too late to rescind the offer. But I don’t really want to either. And it’s just Everly. We’re friends. Nothing more.
Nothingmore.
“I don’t care,” I say. “You pick. I’m gonna grab a shower quick.”
“This is better than sushi.” Ev grins before taking another bite. Each time she does, her eyes close and she hums as she chews.
I’m going to need another shower.
With all the food places to pick from, Ev chose pizza from a little shop she claims “has the nicest people that work there.”
A strange way to choose dinner for sure, but we order delivery,and the pizza ends up being great. It’s so good that it reminds me I need to get back on a better eating routine.
After I finish eating, I start to stand to take my plate to the kitchen, but Everly jumps up from where she’s seated in front of my chair. Yes, she’s sitting on the floor like a child whose parents relegated her there with orders not to get grease on the furniture.
And no, I didn’t say that to her. I just shoved a bunch of napkins at her just in case.
“I got these,” she says, taking my plate from me.
“I’m perfectly capable of walking to the kitchen,” I grumble as she bounces along to throw away our trash and put the dishes in the sink.
“I know.” She rolls her eyes. “But you should be resting more. Bridget said that was really important for your recovery.”
My brows inch higher on my face. “Talking about me with your friends?”
Her cheeks are stained a light pink, but her response is all sass. “More like ranting to them about you.”
A small laugh rumbles in my chest. “Now that I believe.”
With a hand on the freezer door, she asks, “Need ice?”
“Yeah.”
She grabs an ice pack and comes to the living room. She drops the cold pack in my lap, narrowly missing my balls.
“Thanks,” I say dryly.
“Sorry. Gotta work on those reflexes.” She reclaims her spot on the floor in front of me. The vision of her at my feet does weird things to me. I’m starting to think there aren't enough showers to erase my dirty thoughts of her.
“What happened with Will?” I ask. Mostly because I’m curious and a little because I need to remind myself that this isn’t happening.Not now. Not ever.
“We went out last night.” Her tone is casual, but she struggles to meet my gaze. Interesting.
“Was it everything you hoped?”
Maybe if she tells me how great he was, it’ll stop the thoughts swirling around in my head. Thoughts of her but not of him.
