“Kinsey!”
“What?Considering you keep running away after he gives you world-class orgasms, he should know you put in effort.It's cute.”
“World-class orgasms?”I grin.“I think I like you, Kinsey.”
Ally pushes Kinsey aside.“Well, that makes one of us.”Her eyes narrow at her friend, but I don't care about that because all I see is her.
Fuck.
She's wearing a simple red dress that hugs her curves and stops mid-thigh, showing off legs I've definitely thought about way too often.Her hair is down, falling in soft waves past her shoulders, and she's wearing heels that make her almost tall enough to look me in the eye.
“Hart.”The word comes out rougher than I intended.“You look...”
“If you say 'good enough to eat,' I'm closing this door,” she warns.
Kinsey snorts.“Too late.Based on what she told me, you've already—”
“I hate you, Kins.”
“No, you don't.You love me.”Kinsey winks at me.“She really does look good in red, though.I told her it brings out her 'I want to murder you but also maybe make out with you' energy.”
“That's not a thing!”
“It's definitely a thing.You've been radiating it for two years,” I say with a chuckle.I hold the flowers out to her.“These are for you.”
Ally frowns.Her eyes go from the roses to me, back to the roses.
“…Seriously?”
“Yeah,” I say.
“Oh, uh,” she drawls out as she accepts the flowers.She gently brushes her fingers across the stems.“No one’s ever… brought me flowers before.”
“Aww,” Kinsey drawls out.
Ally shoots her a look.“Don’t start.”
“I’m not starting,” Kinsey says, hands up.“I’m just saying, it’s cute.My fiancé brings me baseballs and questionable things to launder.You get roses.We can all be happy in different ways.”
Ally’s cheeks go pink, which she tries to disguise with a headshake.“Well.Um.”She clears her throat.“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I say.
“Here, let me take those for you, Al.”Kinsey takes the flowers out of her hands.“I'll get these wet while Jay tries to match the energy.”
“Goodbye, Kinsey.”Ally grabs a leather jacket, her purse and practically shoves me back into the hallway, pulling the door shut behind her.Through the wood, I can hear Kinsey cackling.
“Have fun!”Kinsey yells.“And Ally—try not to sit on anything with a pulse this time!”
Ally closes her eyes and lets out a low, annoyed breath.“I'm going to kill her.I'm going to actually kill her.”
I grin, offering my hand.“For what it's worth, she has a point.Red looks so fucking good on you, Hart.”
She looks at my hand, then at me, and some of the mortification fades from her expression.“You think so?”
“I know so.”I thread my fingers through hers when she finally takes it.“Shall we get out of here before she decides to join us?”
“Sure.”
