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“Bridget Dorothy Parks!” He lets go of me to hug my sister. “Out on the town and in heels and shit! How much did she pay you to be here?”
Bridget gives him a playful look. “Not enough.”
I roll my eyes at them as though it annoys me, as though how much he loves my sister isn’t the most endearing thing in the world.
I sit down next to Henry who tosses an arm around me.
“I like your trousers.” I nod at them. Sunset Army jacket, trousers from Greg Lauren.
He gives me a proud smile before he yanks my hair, pulling me in close to his face.
“Did you do it?” he whispers.
I nod.
He smiles and presses his forehead against mine.
“Good girl.”
BJ nods over at us from the other side of the table.
“What are you two talking about?”
“Nothing—” Henry swats his hand through the air. “Just how Parks isn’t shagging a gang lord anymore.”
Beej does a terrible job at suppressing a smile. He bites down on his bottom lip, nods a couple of times, then points in the other direction.
He nods his chin at me. “Want to go have a chat?”
“Sure,” I say quietly as I stand.
I walk ahead of him so he has to watch me because I look great and I want to remind him that I’m prettier than Jordan and that I have legs up to my eyeballs. I take off my black Ludmilla Icon from Max Mara so he can see the rest of my outfit. Belted leather-trimmed suede mini dress from Saint Laurent, black suede knee-high boots from Gianvito Rossi and the 2004 Holy Bible clutch from Chanel.
We find a table out in the back of the garden. He pulls out my chair and then sits down across from me, pushing a hand through his hair.
I thought it’d be more firework-y, if I’m honest. Us getting back together. It felt firework-y the other night when he kissed me in my bathroom.
He bites down on his thumb, smile cocked. “Hey.”
“You already said that.”
He chuckles. “What would you like me to say?”
“That you broke up with Jordan?”
He squints over at me, playfully.
“Did you?” I ask again, my eyebrows up in nervous expectation.
His face softens. “Yes.”
He reaches across the table and picks up my hand, playing with my fingers with his.
“Okay.” I nod a few times, my cheeks all pink. “Why aren’t you kissing me then?”
“I want to be friends.”
Holy shit.
