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“I figured you’ve probably seen enough of me over the last couple of days,” I tease, reaching out to playfully squeeze the spot above her knee. She squirms under the contact and bats my hand away.
“But Sebastian’s is almost an hour away,” she objects.
“That’s what Uber is for.”
“Stay,” she offers, her voice soft. “There’s no rush for you to leave right this minute. Jack and I can run you back over tomorrow.”
“You sure?” I ask, not wanting to put her out but also not really wanting to leave either. She’s not the only one who’s exhausted, even though that’s definitely not the only reason I want to stay.
“Yes.” She nods, smiling when I scoot back into the couch cushion and prop my feet on the table in front of me, dropping my arm over the back of the couch behind her.
“Okay.” I yawn. “But only because I can’t take your begging,” I tease, tensing when she turns and snuggles into my side, her head resting against my chest and her arm stretching around my stomach.
She feels too good against me—too perfect—and fuck me if I can’t stop myself from dropping my arm off the back of the couch to wrap around her slender shoulders.
“Shut it,” she finally responds, snuggling deeper into my side, the sweet weight of her against me doing things to me that it shouldn’t be doing.
Relax, Treadway, she’s just a friend.I remind myself. But even knowing that doesn’t stop me from trailing my fingers up her arm, loving the way her skin prickles under my touch.
I want more—so, so much more. But I also know that friends are in short supply for me right now, and I can’t go fucking things up with Bree; not when I need someone like her in my life so desperately.
I’m all over the place right now. I’m fucking lost is what I am. I thought coming here, to California, would offer me the reprieve I needed to figure out what the fuck I need to do next, but so far it’s only offered me distraction. Much-needed distraction but distraction just the same.
It’s time I make a choice.
I can’t crash in Sebastian’s spare room forever, pretending like we’re still teenagers. I need to get a job, figure out my next moves—do something, anything. And as I close my eyes and relish in the feel of Bree next to me, I wonder if I haven’t just found the motivation to do just that.
