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

it.
    Was he serious? What the hell had gotten into him?
    Besides my tongue…
    Thank god one of us was thinking straight. Chelsea must have
screwed him up in the head more than I realized. Or he was finally starting to
feel the effects of his repeated concussions. Regardless, he obviously needed
me to humor him, and as long as I kept him at a distance so his crazy ideas
didn’t go past joking, everything would be back to normal in no time.
    Cause as much as he was a great kisser, I wanted my best friend
back. Not this horny clown.
    And to think I was going to apologize for running out on him
like a freak! Just as well I did or he might’ve had to apologize for a whole
lot more than getting a bit handsy.
    I laid the phone on the counter and shook my head just as the
door opened. I looked up in time to see Fiona stumbling in, looking a hot mess
with her shoes in her hand.
    “Oh god don’t judge me,” she said, dropping her shoes on the
floor.
    “I’m not.”
    “Why are you making that face then?”
    “Sorry, it’s not you.”
    “What is it?”
    “Nothing. How was your date?”
    She walked over to the recliner and collapsed. “Which one?”
    “Sorry?”
    “Please bring me water oh my god.”
    “Yeah, sure.” I grabbed a glass and filled it with tap water.
“What do you mean which one?”
    “Well, first we went to a movie. Then we went to a club. Then we
went to a diner at, like, five am. Then we went to the beach for mimosas.”
    “I see,” I said, handing her the glass of water. “So which was
your favorite?”
    She tilted the glass up to her mouth and leaned her head back,
making big gulping noises. “I don’t know. It was a pretty beautiful sunrise.”
    I slumped on the couch. “Who knew male nurses could party all
night?”
    “I know, right?!”
    “So you’re pretty much done for the day?”
    “Sooo done,” she said. “Might even call in sick tomorrow if my
bestie can do my color client at eleven.”
    I closed one eye and tried to remember what my schedule was
like. “That’s probably fine.”
    “Thank god,” she said. “I’ve been hoping you’d say that since my
waffle feed earlier.”
    I smiled. “I’m glad you had a good time.”
    “Me, too.” Fiona closed her eyes for a second and sighed. “Oh
god, I hope I don’t get a second wind when I’m ready to pass out.”
    “Surely you’re way past your second wind.”
    She shrugged without opening her eyes. “You’re right. I’ve lost
count. So how was your night?”
    I figured I’d just tell her cause she probably wouldn’t remember
anyway.
    “Aiden broke up with Chelsea.”
    Her head popped up and she looked at me through bloodshot eyes.
“Did you tell him-”
    I shook my head. “No, I guess he figured it out himself. I’m not
sure how. He was pretty drunk when he called me.”
    “So did you go meet up with him?”
    I nodded.
    “Why are you making that face?”
    “He kissed me, Fiona.”
    “Fuck off.”
    “I did.”
    “What?”
    “I did fuck off. Right after.”
    She leaned forward and hung her head. “Wait what? More water.
Then details.”
    I rolled my eyes and grabbed her empty glass. She was mouthy
when she was drunk, but she always obliged me when I was in a similar state.
    “Alright,” she said, reaching for her refill. “Tell me
everything.”
    “So he called me from Firehouse and told me to-”
    “Okay, I was lying. Please skip to the good parts. Time is of
the essence here.”
    “Right. So we were back at his place and he cut himself making
nachos.”
    “I’m not even going to ask.”
    “I know. Anyway, I put a band aid on him, and a second later he
was kissing me.”
    She squealed and clapped her hands together. “And I thought my
night was exciting!”
    “It was exciting all right, perhaps more exciting than I wanted
it to be.”
    “What are you talking about? Haven’t you been waiting for this
moment forever?”
    “No.”
    She cocked her head.
    “I mean, sure, maybe there was a time back