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She bites back a giddy grin. “So, um, that was our first kiss.”
“It was.”
She nods once. “It was pretty good, right?”
I almost laugh. “Pretty fucking good. Way to go, us.”
She giggles. “It’s getting late. We should probably call it a night. We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”
“Right.” I grab my jacket and head for the door.
“I’ll see you tomorrow morning at the restaurant,” Tori says as I open her front door.
I spin around to her. “Maybe we can practice making out before brunch,” I tease.
She rolls her eyes and laughs. “Let’s pace ourselves.”
We tell each other goodnight. As I drive home to my apartment, I’m buzzing, stunned at how the hell a single kiss from Tori can drive me this wild.
Chapter 5
Tori
I’m sitting in my parked car right outside of Se’bon, trying not to freak out.
Because I still can’t believe this is actually happening.
I’m dating Tyler Grant.
Well, fake dating him.
The tiniest bit of embarrassment heats my skin. I’m fake dating my crush because he was sick of his mom trying to set him up and asked me to stand in as his girlfriend out of desperation.
It’s kind of sad that I’m so excited about it.
But then I remind myself that I’m helping out my friend. He asked me to be his fake girlfriend, and I said yes because I genuinely wanted to help him.
And because I’m attracted to him. Can’t leave out that part.
But is that wrong? Is there anything wrong with the fact that I find my best guy friend attractive?
“No. As long as I don’t act like a creep and keep my feelings for him in check,” I say to myself.
I exhale. Easier said than done.
If I’m being honest, I felt like a bit of a creep when I suggested we kiss last night. I still can’t believe I had the nerve to do that. But I did and to my surprise, he was into it.
I think about last night’s kiss. It was a pretty chaste one, all things considered. I mean, we didn’t even use our tongues and it lasted just a few seconds.
But god, it was hot.
I close my eyes as I recall the impossibly soft feel of Tyler’s lips, how firm his mouth felt when he kissed me…how his hands gripped my waist…how his touch was confident and firm and sweet all at once…
That was the grip of a man who knows what to do with his hands during a kiss. He touched me like he enjoyed it, like he knew exactly how to use those massive hands of his…
My filthy imagination takes over and I think about what else those hands can do…
My eyes fly open and I force the image out of my brain. Nope. None of that.
