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"Why don’t the two of you date?" he asked, gesturing between Becca and Daniel.
They looked at one another and laughed.
"Because we’re friends," Becca said, as if it was obvious.
"I love her. She's awesome. We just don't feel that way about each other," Daniel added.
"What way? She's beautiful, right?"
Daniel eyes widened, and he glanced at Becca. "Well, yeah. Of course."
"And you said you really like her. Like spending time with her. You know she's a great person."
Daniel nodded slowly. "Yes. To all of that."
"So what's the problem? You should take her to the Halloween party."
"It doesn’t work that way," Becca said. "Danny and I are friends. We feel… friendly toward one another. We like each other. We enjoy hanging out. And yes, I think he’s handsome. But that doesn't mean we have any chemistry."
“Yeah, the idea of kissing her just…” Daniel shrugged again. “Doesn’t do anything for me.”
Becca laughed. “Same.” She gave Daniel an affectionate grin.
But Beau felt another clench in his gut. Becausefuck.
He and Becca were friends, based on all of those same things. In fact, they were not even as close as she and Daniel. They didn't hang out. He didn't go visit her at college. She had been home on fall break for two days and this was the first he'd seen her. Clearly she and Daniel spent more time together and had more in common. But Beau had known her for ten years. She really did know things about him no one else did. She felt comfortable saying things to him in a way no one else did. And yet, the idea of kissing herabsolutelydid things for him. Not welcome, but very obvious yeah-I-want-that things.
In fact, now he was thinking about it, he was having a very hard time not thinking about it.
Her lips would be soft. For one thing, she didn't spend time outside in the wind and sun getting them chapped and dry. For another, she was always using lotions and lip balms and body sprays. For a nerd, she’d always been really into girlie things like that. Things that smelled good. And that were creamy and would make her skin soft and very touchable.
He would guess that her lips would taste very sweet. Like sugar. No, something even more specific. Like brown sugar or cotton candy. Or the sparkly purple and yellow sugar that had decorated the vanilla cupcakes that she’d made for her graduation party. Wow, talk about specific. Why was he thinking of that now? And how much better she’d gotten at baking since those brownies? But yeah, she’d taste like something sweet, and fun, and colorful, and light. Something that would make him smile even as his entire body was hardening and tightening and heating…
“Beau?” Becca snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Are you okay?”
He wasnotokay. He’d been fucking staring at her mouth and thinking about purple sugar.
“Yeah.” He frowned. “I’m fine. I’m not taking you to this stupid party though, so I don’t know why you think I care about this costume.”
He shouldnotcare about this costume. But he did. He wanted to see it. And he didn’t want this other guy to see it. And he didn’t even have the first clue what it looked like.
She gave him one of her I-have-totally-failed-in-making-you-a-nice-person looks. He hated when she was disappointed in him.
“Never mind,” she said with an eye roll.
“Bec—” he started.
“No, come on, we need his opinion,” Savannah said. “Beau is the best one to tell you if Luke will like it.”
Beau hated Luke.
“But Beau is definitely not my type so why do I care what he thinks?”
He wasn’t her type? Really? Why was that? Because he wasn’t brainy? Because he had calluses and sweated somewhere other than the gym? Because he drove a truck out of necessity rather than because he needed to compensate for his tiny dick?
“Show me the damned costume,” he said, trying to sound bored.
He didn’t. He sounded pissed.
