Free Charming My Best Friend (Fated #2) by Hazel Kelly Page A

would’ve liked that, would you?”
    “I wouldn’t have run out on you like a banshee.”
    She sighed.
    “C’mon, don’t you think you overreacted a bit?”
    “No,” she said. “I don’t. I was trying to be a good friend.”
    “By abandoning me?”
    “By removing myself from a situation where we might’ve made a
mistake.”
    “The only mistake I made was letting you get away. You could be eating
pancakes in bed right now if you hadn’t blown your chances with me.”
    “Blown my chances?! Can you even hear yourself? Did it even occur
to you that maybe I don’t want a chance to roll around in your fancy t-shirt
sheets?”
    “So you’ve thought about it?”
    “You’re ridiculous.”
    “Ridiculously good at kissing.”
    “Aiden.”
    “What?”
    “No.”
    I laughed. “Is it cause I’m out of your league or-”
    She gasped so hard I thought she might’ve sucked the phone into
her mouth.
    “That was a joke.”
    “I should think so.”
    “Does that mean you don’t want to hang out today?”
    “No. I mean, yes. Sorry,” she said. “What I mean is, I think you
should sign up for Tinder and take your sexual frustration out on someone that
doesn’t know you always cheat at Monopoly and prefer Superman band aids.
    “I can’t believe you’re throwing that in my face,” I said. “And
I haven’t cheated at Monopoly since-” I rolled my eyes up to the ceiling.
    “The last time you played?”
    “I was trying to be a realistic banker.”
    “Well, you did a good job.”
    I smiled. “So if I try this Tinder crap, can we hang out again?”
    “If you promise to keep your hands to yourself.”
    “I promise nothing,” I said. “But only because it will make your
life more exciting.”
    “My life is exciting enough already. Please don’t do anything
crazy on my account.”
    “Last night was pretty crazy, though, wasn’t it?” I asked.
    “Can we move on yet? I’m ready to forget about it when you are.”
    “I’m not yet.”
    “What? Why not?”
    “Cause I don’t want to.”
    “I wish you would.”
    “You can’t make me.”
    “I’m asking politely,” she said. “As a friend.”
    “And as a friend, I politely request the right to not forget I
had my hand up your shirt.”
    “You didn’t have your hand up my shirt.”
    “My word against yours.”
    “I’m going to kill you.”
    “Well, I’ll make it easy for you to find me. I’ll be here all
day.”
    “Hopefully using Tinder to find someone else to tongue wrestle.”
    “Just say I’m a good kisser, and I’ll let it go.”
    Silence.
    “C’mon, Lucy. I already know. I just want to hear it from you
since your expert opinion means so much to me.”
    “I’m not an expert.”
    “You’re not a novice.”
    “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
    “Yes,” I said, wishing I could see her face.
    “Thank you.”
    “Well?”
    “You’re better than I thought you’d be.”
    “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
    “It means I can see why other girls might be interested.”
    “Now you’re just being mean.”
    “Good. Maybe you’ll remember what a bitch I am next time you
think you want to suck face.”
    “Say what you want. Eventually you’ll realize I’m right.”
    “Right about what?”
    “About the fact that you liked it more than you’re letting on.”
    “In your dreams, bud.”
    “Jeez, well at least don’t go calling me bud. That’s a total
mood killer.”
    “Good bye, bud.”
    I groaned.
    “Next time we talk, it better be about a date you have lined up
because I can’t handle much more of this silliness.”
    “Yes ma’am.”
    “Oh wow. Ma’am is totally my bud equivalent.”
    “Hey Lucy?”
    “Hey what?”
    “You know how I said I was sorry that I kissed you last night
and stuck my hand up your shirt?”
    “Yeah.”
    ”Well, I lied. I’m not sorry. On the contrary, I have every
intention of doing it again.”
     
     

Chapter 15: Lucy
     
     
    I hung up the phone and stared at