But every time I went out, I found myself leaving early to go call Wren.
She was my girl in every way but one, and I was ready to change that.
I knew she felt it, too.
We were more than best friends.
She was my person.
And I wanted her.
All of her.
“Things still going fine with Ryan? He isn’t pushing to get back together anymore?” I asked once we’d stepped inside. We sat on the couch at my place.
“No. He understands. I’ve made it clear that I think we’re better off as friends.”
I nodded. “Good. I know it can be awkward, seeing as you train together daily.”
“It was a little uncomfortable at first, but enough time has passed that it’s fine now.” She shrugged. “And what about you? You haven’t talked about anyone in a while. Things are really over with Megan?”
“Yeah. It wasn’t all that serious.”
“She wants it to be, though, doesn’t she?”
“She does. But I’ve been honest with her,” I said as I ran my finger over the little tattoo on her wrist. The one matching mine.
In a heartbeat.
She’d called it “friendship ink.”
“You’re just not there yet. You like playing the field, Cowboy.” She chewed her bottom lip, and damn if I didn’t want to kiss her.
Things had been like this the last few times we’d been together, but she’d been dating Ryan, and I wasn’t going to put her in an uncomfortable situation if she was happy with the dude.
Though I never thought she was.
“I don’t think I like playing the field,” I said. “I think I just haven’t been with the right girl.”
“I agree. You haven’t dated anyone who you actually have anything in common with. You’re always messing with these girls that you can’t go deep with.”
“Because you’re the only girl I like going deep with.” I chuckled.
“We get each other, don’t we?”
“We do.” I traced my finger over her palm, and she rested her cheek against the back of the couch and smiled at me.
“So what do you think your type is?”
“Honestly?” I sighed. “I’m looking at my type.”
“Axel.” She rolled her eyes.
“What? I’m serious.”
“You’re serious? You think I’m your type.”
“I don’t think you’re my type. I know you’re my type. You’re it for me, Wren. You’re the first person I talk to every morning when I wake up, and you’re the last person I talk to before I go to sleep every night. Hell, I don’t even want to have sex with anyone else because all I think about is you.”
