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Tenley B
You know what’s funny?
I was having coffee with my mom the other day when she shared a nice bit of tea that definitely seems significant now.
Where’s my bribe, bro?
Blake
At this time, I’d like to officially invoke my “Please Help Me Win Ethan Back” and “Give Me Your Blessing to Marry JD” favors.
Tenley B
DAMMIT. *face with a zipper mouth emoji*
JD
But … but … *loudly crying face emoji*
Blake
GREAT TALK GOTTA GO HAVE A LOVELY DAY YOU GUYS
“Looks like they took the bait, at least,” I say aloud, trying not to acknowledge how much I like the way this feels, the two of us sitting so close and Loren giggling as she reads with her chin on my shoulder.
I’m already having too much fun tricking my family into thinking she’s my girlfriend. It’s all giving me … butterflies?
When’s the last time a woman made my stomach flutter?
Only Loren’s face comes to mind.
“Okay, but after we come out, I want in on the Robin-Bourgeois group chat,” she says, bringing me back from my thoughts and making me smile again.
Yep. I like all of this way more than I should.
CHAPTER 9
Loren
“I’ll text you later?”Blake offers when I walk him to the front door.
I shrug, trying to seem aloof while my heart is beating out of my chest. “Okay.”
His eyes dart down to my mouth, but he leans in and kisses my cheek instead. I press my lips together when he pulls away, praying he can’t detect the way he’s making my insides melt.
It took everything I had not to give in to Blake’s offer this morning—the frenemies-with-benefits one. As much as it pains me to admit, I amreallyinterested in the benefits his friendship has to offer. But I know it’s the worst idea ever, and I’m not that kind of girl.
Although, I could?—
“Have a good day at school, Ms. Reed,” Blake turns to say over his shoulder as he walks out.
No, that’s a lie. Blake never simplywalks. He saunters, he strides, he even struts. The man probably gives good promenade.
I blink away my inner monologue before I start casting him in the next season ofBridgerton. “You too, Counselor,” I reply, cursing my flirty tone.
He would have made a great Anthony,I think as I shut the door behind him.
I stretch onto my toes to watch from the small window as he does that sexy-stride thing all the way to his truck, and I sigh when I notice the way he’s smiling to himself. He looks pleased with our latest developments.
