My nose crinkles. “I mean, I fuck with Darcy about West, but, uh, I’m not attracted to West. So no.”
Ben waggles his brows. “Oh? Weston Hale’s not your type? Damn, Cotton Candy. Standards through the roof. He’s like… the perfect man.”
No, you and Landon are.
Nope. Not saying that. “Eh.” I make a so-so motion with my hand. “He’s alright. Perfect for Darcy.”
“He’s pretty hot, actually,” Landon says. His voice is shy and tentative, and when I turn around to look at him, his cheeks are pink. “But so is Darcy. And so are you two.”
The pink turns red.
He shakes his head. “You know what? I think I’m just repressed. Ignore me.”
My heart gives a little thud. “No can do, man. I need to know more about how you find Ben and me hot.”
Ben’s booming laughter has a calm washing over me. Maybe I didn’t fuck up our friendship after all.
Landon rolls his eyes. “Surely to God you know that you’re, like, the most beautiful person to exist.” The words are spoken softly, but they pretty much detonate in my heart with the force of an atomic bomb.
I want to ask if he really means it, but I don’t, and before my mouth can take over from my brain, he shakes his head. “And Ben? C’mon, Cotton Candy. Are you blind?”
I just know Ben is preening like a damn peacock. I groan. “Not you too. Really? Seriously?”
My phone rings, and I lean forward. “It’s Darcy.”
“Answer it,” Ben says, nudging my side.
“Can I fuck with him?” I ask. I want to have a little fun. I need it to get myself back on normal ground, but not at the expense of Ben and Landon.
“How?” Landon asks.
“I could pretend to be having sex?”
Landon’s cheeks darken, but Ben laughs. “Oh, yes. I’m so here for that.”
“Lan?” I ask softly.
He bites the inside of his cheek, then nods. “Yeah.”
“You sure?” I ask. If I don’t answer soon, my voicemail will pick up, but that’s alright.
“Positive,” Landon says.
Jesus. Okay. Maybe this is a bad idea.
The phone rings again, and I swipe to answer. “Hey,” I say, forcing my voice to be breathy and high-pitched.
There’s a beat of silence on the other end, and then, “Ew. Why are you so out of breath?”
“I’m not.” And then, because I’m nothing if not a good actor, I arch my back, letting out a breathy moan. “Fuck. Keep going,” I whine, putting on my best show.
Landon is stock-still beside me, but Ben is trying his best not to laugh.
“Keep going?” Darcy asks, horror creeping into his voice.
I blow out a puff of air. “Not you, Darcy. Jesus.”
Closing my eyes, I fake a groan, then let my breath catch.
