His sigh comes from deep within his chest. “We keep nothing from each other, man.”
Guilt wafts through my entire body, making the beer in my stomach curdle. I rub at the back of my neck and slump against the couch. “Just give me time to sort this all out, and then I’ll tell you.” It’s not a lie. Not a single lie in that promise and it eases some of the guilt.
He sighs and rolls his neck. “Fine. But I want the details when you do. And don’t go blabbing to Jacob first.”
“Hey!” Jacob shouts, pretending to have hurt feelings.
Dustin places a hand over his heart. “I’m the best friend. The best man at his future wedding. You’re the pet we keep around who eats everything in the apartment and humps anything he can find.”
Jacob purses his lips. “Oddly accurate.”
I chuckle under my breath. “At least you don’t chew up shoes, and we don’t have to watch you take a shit outside.”
Jacob points the neck of his bottle at me. “That can be arranged.”
I gag. “That’s one image I didn’t need to have in my head.”
Dustin’s phone chirps, and he digs it out of his pocket. He quickly reads it and then looks up at us. “Ivy and my sister want a movie night.”
“Okay?” Jacob says, going back to his phone.
“They want us to drive them,” Dustin amends.
“Pussy-whipped,” Jacob mutters, never looking up from his phone.
“Says the man who hasn’t stopped texting a girl since we got here,” I interject, raising my eyebrows at him.
“How do you know it’s a girl?” he asks.
I give him the look.
“Okay, fine. Whatever.” He pockets his phone and stands. “You two go ahead. I’m not going.”
Dustin takes our empty bottles of beer and heads to the kitchen with them. From there, he asks, “What the hell are you going to do instead?”
Jacob wiggles his eyebrows at me.
“He’s going to go get laid,” I answer for him.
He leaves while whistling, closing the door softly behind him and leaving me with my own thoughts while Dustin cleans up.
“Are you sure you want me to come?” I shout to him.
He pops his head out of the kitchen, a frown pulling down his brows. “Why wouldn’t I?”
I shrug. “I feel like I’ve been crashing your dates lately.”
He shrugs and heads back into the kitchen. “My sister is coming too.”
Butterflies flutter in my stomach, and I’m reminded of the restaurant where I pinned her against the wall and took her mouth. What I’d give to taste her one more time, but I don’t know how I’m going to do that at a movie theater. I got lucky at Sicily.
“You should really get to know her,” he adds.
Oh, I’m sure trying all right.But she’s stubborn as hell. I can’t tell him that though, so I ask, “Why?”
He heads out of the kitchen, drying his hands. “I want my best friend and my sister to be friends. Ivy will no doubt have her as her maid of honor at the wedding, and I want you as my best man. It would be nice if you both were on a good level of friendship.”
I look down at my hands and nervously crack my knuckles. “There is no wedding, dude. You have to ask the question first.”
