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She laughs when a sappy country song plays. “You have to say that. You’re my best friend.”
“And for the time being, yourboyfriend,” I correct. “I don’t have to say that either. It’s the truth. If I were at the singles table and looking for a girl to corrupt, I would’ve done what the douche bag wearing the lame suit did and came to your table to hit on you.”
Her hand briefly leaves mine when she slaps my shoulder. “He was harmless.”
I raise a brow. “He wasn’t harmless. He was talking tomygirlfriend.”
“I wasn’t interested in him.” She wraps her arms around my neck, resting them on my shoulders, and laughs again—this time louder. “I don’t even knowhowto flirt.”
She tips her head forward, her eyes meeting mine, and I brush my lips against her forehead.
“Oh, babe,” I say around a chuckle, “you most definitely know how to flirt. You just don’t realize you’re flirting.”
She rolls her eyes. “Whatever.”
“You do.” My grip tightens on her hips. “When you laugh at something someone says, your face is bright and shows how real you are. When you speak, you allow every emotion to pour out of you. Your amazing heart shows in every move you make, and someone would be dumb not to want that in their life.” I run my hands up and down her waist, and she shivers beneath my fingers. “I haven’t seen you flirt much, but I know when you’re doing it.”
Lies.She’s flirted with me plenty of times, but I haven’t seen her do it much with other guys.
“My flirt game sucks,” she mutters.
Heat creeps up my neck as she strokes the back of it with her fingers.
“Thank you for coming,” she says, her voice filled with tenderness. “I would’ve been miserable without you.”
I smile. “It’s my best-friend duty. You need me? I’m there.”
She laughs. “What’s my best-friend duty?”
I arch a brow, considering my options. “Hmm … I’ll have to get back to you on that.”
“Oh God,” she groans. “It’s going to be video games, isn’t it?”
“Possibly.” I squeeze her hips. “You love my video games.”
She grins up at me. “I love that you named the best woman character Carolina.”
“I actually changed that. You’re now the big, bad villain.”
She pinches the back of my neck, and I jerk forward.
“Whatever.” Her fingers rub the spot she pinched. “I thank the gods that you tried to bribe me that day. I would’ve been sitting miserable in the corner.”
“I thank the gods you gave me shit and allowed me to corrupt you.”
The music stops, and I dip her back.
“Thanks for the dance, Tubba Wubba.”
She narrows her eyes at me when I drag her back up. “I’m poisoning your cookies, FYI.”
* * *
My elbow is grabbedon my way back to Carolina after a restroom break.
“Hey, handsome,” a high-pitched voice purrs—trying and desperately failing at being seductive.
Lindsay, a girl from schoolandanother one of Carolina’s cousins, stands in front of me.
