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“Did she kiss you back?”
“Yes.” I nodded. “Definitely. I didn’t claw at my own chest, which, by the way, I probably should clean up the wounds before they bleed through my shirt.”
He laughed. “Little Emmy has nails.”
“Yeah, she does.” I grinned.
“She kissed you back, which means she was into it,” he said. “I would say that means your feelings are reciprocated. What are you going to do now?”
“I don’t know. I have to talk to her. I think she was kind of pissed and embarrassed. I think she thought I was stopping things because I didn’t want her.”
Before I could leave and chase after Emmy, Joey approached me. I wasn’t going anywhere.
ChapterFourteen
Emmy
Ican’t believe I made out with Luke. I had practically jumped the man right there in front of God, my father, and everyone else at the party. I had been seconds away from unzipping his pants and hiking up my dress. I couldn’t explain what happened that night. I had lost my mind. He was right there and looked so sexy. I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him. It was the craziest thing I had ever experienced. I threw caution to the wind and let my libido do the talking.
Now, I was too embarrassed to even talk to him. It had been two weeks since that night, and we hadn’t spoken at all. Every time I saw his name pop up on my phone, I felt a wave of shame wash over me. I didn’t know how to face him after what happened. I had thrown myself at him. He rejected my obvious invitation.
I had been crushing on him for a long time. I had just finally convinced myself nothing would ever happen between us. And then we were standing there under the moonlight. He looked at my mouth and I was convinced I knew what he was thinking. It felt like fireworks exploded when our lips met, but now I couldn’t help but feel like I’d ruined our friendship.
As I’d walked back to my apartment, my mind had been racing with thoughts of Luke. I couldn’t believe I had just kissed my best friend. The warmth of his lips and the taste of his tongue were still fresh in my mind. I went to bed every night thinking about those very brief minutes on the terrace.
I knew Luke’s body pretty well, but I had never actually touched him, not like that. It was impossible not to fantasize about having him. I wanted to know him intimately. Carnally. I wanted to know where he liked to be touched and what noises he made when he was on the verge of orgasming.
But, in the back of my mind, I kept asking myself the same question over and over. What if he didn’t feel the same way? What if he was upset with me for making the first move? I was scared to find out the answers to those questions, which was why I was avoiding him like the plague.
I missed him, though. He’s been my confidante, my support system, and my partner in crime for years. The thought of losing him because of my foolish mistake is unbearable. I should just bite the bullet and talk to him. Admit my feelings and apologize for any discomfort I might have caused. It won’t be easy, but it was better than losing him altogether.
When my doorbell rang, I didn’t have to guess who it was. I rushed over and opened it. “Hi.” I smiled at Izzy.
“Good morning,” she said and presented me with a McDonald’s bag. “I brought breakfast.”
“I’m starving,” I said. “Did you get all unpacked and settled?” I asked and pulled out the sandwiches.
“I did,” she answered. “I feel human. I have a home.”
“I’m glad.” I smiled. “I’m glad you’re back. I’m glad we get to hang out whenever we want now!”
“How are you?” she asked. “Have you talked to Luke yet?”
I shook my head. “I can’t. I’m humiliated. He’s my best friend.”
“I think that’s why you have to talk to him,” she said. “You weren’t the only one who kissed, right? He kissed you back.”
I sighed just thinking about the kiss. “It was so good. We were talking and then we started kissing and it was amazing. His lips were so soft, and he tasted like scotch.”
“You have given me the blow-by-blow account of your make-out session many times,” she said with a laugh. “I’m not going to be able to look at the man without fantasizing myself. You’ve described him as the world’s best kisser. He should be in a museum or something.”
“Absolutely not,” I gasped. “Those lips are not to be put behind glass. Those lips need to be kissed often. Preferably, by me.”
She laughed. “It’s going to be pretty hard to kiss him again if you don’t talk to him.”
“I don’t know what to do. I mean, he’s my friend and I don’t want to mess things up between us. I don’t want him to think that I just want to hook up with him or that I have feelings for him or something. But at the same time, I can’t stop thinking about him and how good it felt to be so close to him. Ugh, this is so confusing. What do you think I should do, Izzy? Should I talk to him about it or just pretend like it never happened?”
“You are not going to be able to pretend it didn’t happen,” she reminded me. “That ship has sailed. You have to talk to him.”
