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“You’re so nasty,” she yelled as I jabbed her in the side with my thumb. “You may want to go take a shower because I think you may have shit yourself a little!”
My eyes widened at the gall.
“You,” I grunted, grabbing hold of her wrist and pinning it to the bed. “Are.” I hissed in pain as she pinched me, but somehow grasped her other wrist and pinned that one too. “Goin’ to pay.”
We were both sweating. My hair was in my face. One side of her tank top and bra straps were halfway down her arm.
And her legs were wrapped around my waist.
Nova raised an eyebrow.
“What happened last night?” I asked stupidly, trying to ignore the fact that I was getting hard. “I was so drunk—”
“Nothing,” she replied easily. “We came back here and passed out.”
I watched her.
She barely blinked.
“You’re lyin’,” I murmured softly.
“Of course I am,” she replied flatly. “But that’s what you wanted, right? You wanted me to act like we didn’t fuck on every surface of this room?”
“Nova,” I whispered apologetically.
“Get off me, Rum,” she muttered, pulling her arms out of my grip.
“That wasn’t what I was doin’,” I said as she slid out from under me and got to her feet.
“Nothing changes, alright?”
It was exactly what I was hoping she’d say, but the words made my gut twist.
“You’re my best friend—” I sputtered.
I had no idea how to salvage the situation. Nova knew me better than anyone, even my brothers. And yeah, she was hot as fuck and I’d imagined her naked a million times—but that didn’t mean I was willing to give up. We had just to see if we could make it as a couple. We were nineteen years old, for fuck’s sake. It wasn’t like we’d end up married. Inevitably we’d break up, and I’d lose her. It wasn’t worth the goddamn risk.
“I’m still your best friend,” she said, reaching out to yank my hair. “I’ll see you later. I gotta get to work.”
“Where you working today?” I called, quickly getting to my feet as she strode out of the room. I yanked the sheet with me to wrap around my waist as I followed her.
“Craft store,” she yelled back over her shoulder.
“You comin’ back tonight?”
She paused at the front door and turned to look at me. “What’s tonight?”
I drew a blank. It was as if my mind lost complete control of my mouth and I just stared at her. Nothing was happening that night. Not a goddamn thing. But as she’d hurried across the living room, I’d gotten this awful feeling in my chest like I’d never see her again. It was stupid. We were fine. She’d said we were still best friends. Nothing was going to change. But I still couldn’t shake that feeling.
“Party,” I finally mumbled.
“You’re having a party?” she asked dubiously.
“Yep.”
“When did you decide that?”
“Few days ago,” I lied.
