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Hadley snorted. “That is the least flattering thing I’ve ever heard you say about anything.”
I threw her a look. “He’s just…”
“Gorgeous, mysterious, dark, brooding, fulfils your wildest fantasies?”
“I was going to say a vain, cocky, womanising arsehole. But, sure.”
Except for those times when he seemed to try – and succeeded, let’s be honest – to make me laugh. Except for those times he looked at me like he was capable of sincerity. Except for those times when I wasn’t entirely sure if he was seriously interested or just looking to play me like every other girl. He’d become a walking contradiction all because he’d moved into the house next door and it annoyed the hell out of me.
I wriggled again, feeling that antsy, itchy feeling creeping along my skin.
“Three weeks of him following you home like a lost puppy and you’re already sick of him?” she laughed.
“He doesn’t follow me home like a lost puppy.”
“I’d let him follow me home like a lost puppy.”
“Well, why don’t you go and tell him that? I’m sure his motorised motel room is stocked and ready for you.”
“His what? You know what, I don’t want to know,” she giggled. “I get he’s not your type, babes. But that arse, though?”
“What’s so appealing about the bad boy?”
“Need I remind you how much you gushed about Patrick Thingy?”
“Verona,” I muttered as Roman’s eyes caught mine and I clenched my teeth around my cup. “And, fine. But, bad boys in real life? Hads, it’s clichéd and I’ll bet it’s not as fun as we’re made to believe.”
“Well, the girl with a John Cusack would say that.”
“I don’t actually have a John Cusack, Hads…”
“Yeah no, but you do. Because Mason’s perfect for you. He’s kind, he’s sweet, he’ll go at your pace. A proper gentleman.” She nodded curtly as though pleased with herself and I told myself Roman and I weren’t staring each other down.
“A proper gentleman whomightask me out before I die of old age,” I grumbled.
“Babes, you’ll be safe with him,” she said like a mum who knows best.
I knew she didn’t mean to be patronising. Years of knowing her told me she didn’t mean to be patronising. But, that spineless part of me that Roman seemed so fond of poking wanted to ask why I needed to be safe with anyone. I mean, safe sounded good. But not the way Hadley said it, like I was incapable of keeping myself safe. I didn’t need to be babied. I knew it was done out of love, but really!
I huffed and stretched my neck as Roman finally looked away from me to look at Rio.
“Rio’s cute in his own way…” Hadley mused.
“Oh, yeah. He’s got that Loki thing going for him,” Celeste giggled as she bumped into us.
“And what sort of time do you call this?” Hadley mock-chastised.
Celeste giggled some more. “Marty and I…” she petered off and Hadley cheered. “And, he was very eager.”
“Was he now?” Hadley asked, waiting for more information.
“Marty’s got a serious case of roving hands,” Celeste said with a wink.
“Is it just me, or does it feel like guys are less obsessed with getting hand jobs or blow jobs than we’ve been led to believe?” Hadley asked.
“What do you mean?” Celeste snorted.
“Well, you hook up with a guy and his first instinct seems to be to get his hands in your pants, rather than yours in his. Don’t you find that?”
