This chick, really!
Laughing, I grab a nacho and pop it into my mouth. The tomato hits me first, then the cheese, then the spice. It’s like aMexican fiesta, and it’s dancing on my tongue. I glance at her as she smiles, nodding like she knows exactly what’s happening in my mouth.
“Oh my God, Alex,” I murmur.
She chuckles. “Not God, but your Mexican Majesty will suffice,” she teases.
“Woman can cook. Who knew?” I chuckle.
“Well, we can make this a regular thing. You coming over or me coming to yours, and we have Mexican or whatever. If you want?”
“I’d like that. I’m gonna get fat, but it’ll be worth it.”
She laughs and bumps her shoulder into mine, causing me to glance at her sideways as she shovels her face full of nachos. Alex may not be glamorous, and she isn’t the perfect ten I’m looking for, but she has something about her—an aura. I like the closeness between us. It’s unnerving yet calming at the same time.
I’ve had female friends before, but I’ve never felt closeness like this with them. Alex is different, that’s for sure. Something that right here, in this moment, is making her stand out as if she were the most attractive woman on the planet. I love being here with her and feel like this is the start of an amazing friendship.
Even if we did cross a line the other night.
After finishing off our nachos, we move on to the equally mouthwatering fajitas. She sure knows her way around the spices, combining just the right amount of heat and flavor.
Our conversations are effortless, talking about anything and everything like we’ve been friends our entire lives. There’s a level of familiarity I’m not used to, but I welcome it with Alex. I like the comfort she brings, a buzz that surrounds us—an unknown energy in the air, grounding me whenever I’m with her.
With dinner and beer all but consumed and finishing up the ice cream, our food coma has taken over, and we’re nestled onher sofa, cuddling in a way that’s not quite how friends should be, but I don’t mind.
“So, I guess we should send messages to Jaci and Logan, right?” she asks, breaking my rambling thoughts.
Furrowing my brows, I’m a little taken aback. I wasn’t sure after our texting whether it meant something, but clearly it was just an alcohol fueled slip. So I nod as she sits up and grabs her cell. I reach into my pocket for mine. “So what random questions are we going to ask them tonight?” I ask, and she laughs.
“We should ask them really weird shit.”
“Oh yeah, like what?”
“Like… maybe make them pickthis or thattype of things.”
“This or that?”
“Yeah. Like would you rather be stranded on a desert island or live underwater for the rest of your life?”
I burst out laughing. “One problem with that, Alex.”
She cocks her head to the side, raising her brow.
“You can’t breathe underwater.”
She folds her arms over her chest. “You can so… if you live in a domed city that has oxygen.”
“Naturally. I forgot survival basics. But maybe we scale it back… something normal and flirty, like ‘Would you rather eat chicken or beef?’ You know, classic seduction.”
“Wow. Chicken or beef?That’syour opener?” she scoffs. “What are you, a wedding caterer?”
I shrug. “It’s neutral! A safe conversation starter.”
She groans dramatically. “You’re not applying for a loan, Matt. You’re trying to flirt. Give me that!” Before I can stop her, she yanks the phone out of my hand and spins around like she’s protecting state secrets.
“Alex!”
“Oh no,” she says in a mocking baby voice.“I’m Matt, and I fear spontaneity.”
