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But to be honest, I like the sight of Abby’s best friend, Jen,fuckingdressed in not much more than I am by the second.
My remark is kind of disarming and making an embarrassing situation easier, I hold out my bucket of chicken.
The only thing I can think of on the fly is to try and set her mind at ease.
“I almost didn’t recognizeyou, Jen,” I comment, setting the cardboard bucket on the counter, which I shift behind and take a seat once she shakes her head in little stabbing movements.
“I mean, you’re all…grown up,” I swallow, unable to take my eyes off her chest now.
Quickly doing the math, Abby’s twenty, and so is her best friend…
All grown up, alright. Jeez. Where does the time go?
“Abby said I could let myself in,” she says hurriedly, flushing redder with each word and with no time for nostalgia right now.
Her own eyes moving, trying to keep track of mine and settling on my chest, which I feel flexing automatically for her benefit.
Guess I still got it after all.
Both of us eventually shoot each other a guilty look.
My own for completely different reasons.
What the hell, Kane? It’s Jen…Abby’s best friend. Stop being a fucking caveman and act your age.
“That’s fine, Jen,” I let her know, pulling a smile and lowering my brow to follow her baby blues as they dart away and down again.
“It’s fine,” I affirm again, trying to relax her while studying all of her features now. Not just the baby-bearing parts.
Jen’s grown into a beautiful young woman, alright.
Short, sure. But most people are when you’re my height.
Petite, I’d call her.
Small but curvy. Curves a man could actually grab hold of with both hands and still have change left to lose himself in.
Not like those stick-thin women in the pictures the guys on the rigs have plastered everywhere.
Fake tits and orange spray tans with lips that look like someone just gave them a right hook?
No thanks.
I never knew I had a ‘type’ either. But the more I take in the sight of Jen, the more I think I’ve found it.
It’s her.
She’smy type—nobody else.
Her dark hair has grown crazy long, but she still wears it up in a ponytail.
She blinks a lot, but I’m not sure if it’s because of the start we just gave each other or if she might wear contacts now instead of glasses.
At least, Ithinkshe used to wear glasses.
Shaking my head, I can’t believe this is the same Jen.
Abby’s Jen.
