Page 22 of Bless My Body

I don’t say anything about it because I don’t want to break whatever spell is on her right now,

even if it is her just being a little tipsy. But she’s been tipsy around me before and never acted like

this.

I open the car door for her and help her in before rounding the car and getting in the driver’s seat.

“Well, that was fun,” I say when we’re on the road back to the house.

“God, that was so much food. I feel like I can’t move.” She rubs the front of her belly, trying to

soothe herself. I can’t help but laugh.

“I’m impressed, Red. I really didn’t think you could eat all that.”

“Well, I couldn’t let you win.”

“I didn’t realize we were competing.” I raise my eyebrow at her.

“We’re always competing.”

“Is that so?” This is news to me. I’m sure I can find some fun things for us to compete at.

“Yep. It’s my life’s mission to be better than you.” Her eyes flutter closed in the passenger seat. I

really should be watching the road instead of her.

“Good luck, Red. I’m pretty awesome,” I tease.

We pull up to the house, and Celine lets herself out before I can help her. We walk up to the door,

and she unlocks it for us since I no longer have a key.

I can tell she’s tired, but I don’t have much time in Brunswick, and I want to spend as much time

with her as I can. “You wanna watch a movie?” I ask, bracing myself for rejection. She’s the only

woman who ever rejects me, and it’s definitely left a bruise on my ego.

She smiles. “Yeah, that sounds good. Just let me get into my comfy clothes.”

“Yeah, same.” We quickly change and meet back on the couch to decide on some random Netflix

movie. I don’t really care what we watch because I’m just going to be thinking about how close

Celine is to me right now. How much I want to lay her on her back and push inside her.

She curls up against me, and I put my arm around her.

This just feels so natural to have her so close to me.

I’ve got to do this.

It’s now or never.

I’ve got to use this weekend to convince Celine that I deserve a shot to be more than just her best

friend. I know she’s on a stupid man-ban or whatever. But I’m not just some random guy.