Free Craved: A Chosen Ones Novel by Nia Davenport Page A

night. If he was looking at you like he wanted to take a bite out of you while you’re in sweats and a hoodie, wait until he sees you tomorrow in the McQueen gown. He is going to take you home and devour you. Ooh, or maybe y’all won’t even make it. Maybe I should call your grandmother and have her send a second car so we can travel separately. There is nothing like a good lay in the backseat of a car.”
    The thought of Chase and I doing what she described and the images that accompanied it made my body react in a way that it had not done in a very long time when thinking about the opposite sex. I mentally shook off the tingles that were racing down my spine and warming a different part of my body.
    “You are a ridiculous individual, do you know that? First, he was not looking at me any type of way and second, tomorrow night will not end in us having sex. I don’t do casual sex and I don’t know him like that to have any other type of sex with him. Furthermore, I have no desire to get to know him like that. And if all of that isn’t enough think about him then look at me. I’m not even out of his league. I’m like a hundred light-years away from it.”
    “Argh!” Whitney said exasperatedly. “Alex, you never give yourself the credit you deserve. You. Are. Smoking. Half the guys in our Criminal Justice class have asked me about my hot friend they don’t see around campus too much. And when I drag you to a frat party or to a bar, do you know how many heads turn when you walk into the room? Guys literally break their necks checking you out.”
    I laughed at the absurdity of her claims. “I’m sure heads turn because I’m standing beside you. Miss-I’m-as-tall-as-a-supermodel-and-as-beautiful-as-one-too.”
      “Bye, Felicia,” she laughed using the viral meme that was sweeping across the country. “I might be tall, but I definitely don’t have nice, full, perky boobs like you do or curves in all the right places,” she smiled teasingly at me.  
    I playfully elbowed her in the shoulder. “Shut up. You’re stupid.”
    She plopped back down on the couch. “Shit, I wish. Then I wouldn’t be stressing or have my parents stressing me either over keeping a perfect 4.0 so I can graduate Summa Cum Laude. Anyway, seriously, you’re going to thank me after tomorrow night. That new partner of yours is FUCKABLE . Like with a capital F-U-C-K-A-B-L-E. Oh Jesus. Those muscles, and those dimples, and those eyes, and that ass . Girl, you’re lucky it’s clear that you have a thing for him or I’d have been asking him out tomorrow for myself and not for you. It’s cool though. I love you and you’re my bestie so I don’t mind making the sacrifice. But damn, Alex. I’m so jealous. You have to promise to let me know if his ass is as firm and as cute as I think it is naked and if he fucks as powerfully as he walks.”
    I covered my face with my hands and erupted into giggles. “Oh my God, Whitney, you did not just say all of that! You are nasty .”  
    “Yup. I sure am. YOLO right?” She shrugged her shoulders unapologetically.
    That was one of the things I loved most about her. She did what she wanted, she said what she wanted, and made no apologies for doing either. If you didn’t like her or if you judged her then it was fuck you. Who the fuck are you anyway?  
    “But I bet after tomorrow you’ll become the pot calling the kettle black,”   she added in a singsong voice.
    “That’s a bet you will lose.”
    She eyed me for a second then a smile crept across her face. “Care to put your money where your mouth is?”
    My smile mirrored hers. “Is that a challenge?”
    She leapt to her feet, then rapidly shuffled them back and forth across the floor. She was trying to mimic a shuffle, ball, change tap combination but she looked more like a cracked out roadrunner. At the end of her performance, she extended one arm out to me and yelled, “Chall-enge!” in a deep, nasally masculine voice.  
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