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The next uncomfortable.
The third has me shuffling my feet in concern that’s instantaneously soothed by her sweet, sing songy voice, “Slater…”
Arlette “Arley” Carmichael is the only woman outside of my ma I’ve ever let call me Slater.
Only woman I probably ever will.
“Ah, there’s my Angel Cake,” I coo in return causing Blu to impishly shake his head. “Was gettin’ worried you’d forgotten about me.”
“How could I ever forget about you?” she sassily giggles, sound effortlessly infiltrating my senses.
Cleansing them.
Buffing out the bumps and bruises and broken bits that only she can even fucking reach.
Benefit and burden of being in love with your best friend, I guess.
Relief winds itself around my ribs at the same time I playfully say, “Guess what?”
“Mission complete?”
“Yup.”
“And it was successful?”
“Affirmative.”
“And it’s time to put a cake in the oven because you’re finally headed back to me?”
Smiling wide can’t be stopped.
God, I love that me being away is equally as painful for her as it is for me.
We say shit like “finally” in spite of the fact it’s only been two days.
Two days, which for the record, always feels like years.
And three days always feels like decades.
And anything more?
Fuck…that shit feels likeeons.
Light chuckles are attached to my response, “You know me so well.”
“I know you better than anyone else.”
True.
She knows everything about me except what my dick looks like.
And…I guess…that I fell in love with her six years ago despite knowing we would never work out.
Couldnever workout.
She’s beautiful and bright and brilliant and breathtaking and so beyond anything in my league I honestly question how the fuck I even got lucky enough to be herfriendlet alone herbest friend.
“Midnight snack?” Arley curiously questions, faint typing beginning in the background, an action that calls to my brain to envision her toffee brown fingers caressing the keys the way I wish they would occasionally caress me. “Couple shots of tequila and an episode ofCrime Scene Kitchen?”
