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“Please, my snot is magnificent. It would be a blessing.”
I groan.
“You’re disgusting. How can people believe that you’re a diva?”
“I have no idea. Now, can we move to the bed? My ass is hurting.”
I nod.
We move from the floor to the bed. I keep hugging her because I may not know what she’s going through, but she can count on me. I’m always going to be here supporting her.
“Can we talk about something else?” Ash asks, and I nod. “What happened last night with Stanley?”
Can we talk about anythingbutthat?
However, I want to help her leave behind her argument with her mom. It’s not like Ash doesn’t know me better than I know myself because she does. If there’s someone on earth that can notice that something’s happening between Stan and me, that’s Ash.
“Nothing. I just made a fool out of myselfagain. Stan now knows my weird obsession with The Addams’ Family,” I tell her, trying to keep it vague.
“You should make a reality TV show just of your drunk experiences,” Ash suggests.
Rolling my eyes, I slap her arm.
“I also told him about my horrible experience withI want it that way,” I add, feeling my cheeks burn with shame. “I don’t even know why I told him. It just happened, and it’s awful because he’s calling meBackstreet Girl.”
“That’s peak comedy, Bree,” she says, giggling. “What happened when you got here, though? You guys left earlier.”
I lick my lips, unsure of what to tell her. Out of everything that happened, Stanley dropping me off in here is what scares me the most. There wasn’t the same intense feeling. It was wholesome, and it made my heart beat faster. The vibes were pulling us together, wanting us to collide.
“You want the truth?” Ash nods effusively, indeed expecting a story full of nasty details. “There was some point during the night where I thought we were going to end up fucking.” The confession slips in a soft and quiet voice.
Yesterday, I wanted that. Once alcohol got rid of my inhibitions, I wanted to get him out of my system, so I could finally see if we were on the same page. Now I’m more confused than I’ve ever been in my life.
“And you didn’t?”
I shake my head.
“I told him that I was tired. Do you want to know what he did? He asked me how he could remove my makeup. He did it so gently, Ash. It was—I don’t even have words to describe it. After that, he caressed my hair until I fell asleep,” I finish, and my lungs burn from the lack of oxygen.
I want to breathe, to get a grasp of fresh air, but I can’t. I’m so confused about everything that’s going on that my mind is clouded.
Ash’s jaw falls open, consumed by the shock that hit her.
“That’s…fuck,” she curses under her breath. “Are you sure that you want to remain just friends with that guy? Because, honey, that’s not something friends do. He’s definitely a keeper. The perfect husband material.”
A moan escapes my mouth.
“Ash, I’m trying to have a serious conversation for once!” I exclaim, a hint of anger decorating my words.
“Me too!” she retorts. “Bree, if you want to avoid your feelings, perfect. But you can’t deny that it sounds like he likes you. A lot.”
I fight a whimper that gets stuck in my throat.
“I don’t want to think about it,” I whisper sheepishly. “I really don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
“You can’t avoid it forever,” Ash warns.
A moan escapes my lips as I put my hands on my face, shrinking in my place.
