Holy hell, she’s out of control, yet I’m laughing alongside her giggles, and she shrugs.
“Just saaaaaying.” Her phone pings, and that dreamy look crosses her face, the one she gets anytime her man is around. Dopey is the best way to describe it. Lovesick.
My girl has it so bad. She is down. Bad.
“The guys are here! They’re coming up.”
Setting her phone back onto the counter, she reaches for her lip gloss and applies her favorite shade of pale pink.
“Len, your makeup is so pretty tonight. You’re glowing.”
Her cheeks pink.
“Does it have anything to do with the good dick you got before coming over here?” I smirk.
She looks scandalized, just the way I was only moments ago with what she said. Apparently, she’s only modest now when it comes to her and Saint having sex every five seconds.
“Maiiiiiisssssssie,” she groans, but then she grins. “Yes. Absolutely.”
A handful of seconds later, there’s a heavy knock at the front door, and Lennon skips over, opening it for her boyfriend… and Bennett.
He’s holding a bouquet of pink flowers and a dainty gold tiara in his hands, his signature grin slipping from his face when his gaze lands on me.
“Oh goddamn.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.
I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back my giggle because he looks a little… frozen?
Saint slaps him on the back, curving his palm around his shoulder. “Sorry, my friend’s an idiot. He thinks you’re pretty but doesn’t know how to talk to girls. Happy birthday, Maisie.”
“Thanks.”
He nods, the smallest hint of a smile tugging at his lips, surprising me. Mr. Stoicdoessmile? Brushing past Bennett, he scoops Lennon up, making her squeal and then collapse with laughter as he carries her over his shoulder through the house.
“Gonna borrow your room real quick.”
My nose scrunches. “Please donothave sex in my bed, or I’ll throw up.”
“No promises.”
“Saint!” Lennon cries. “If you mess up my hair or makeup, I’m going to kill you. Stop being a brute!”
I don’t hear his response as they walk into my bedroom, only the sound of my bedroom door slamming shut.
Bennett is still staring at me when I turn back to him, his eyes slightly wide.
“Wow, the infamous Bennett Legros isspeechless?” I say, crossing my arms over my chest with a smirk.
Suddenly, he blinks and thrusts the flowers toward me, clearing his throat. “Shit, Maisie… Happy birthday. You look so fucking beautiful I might actually die.”
The giggle flies past my lips before I can even attempt to hold it back.
He’s so ridiculous that it’s endearing. Dramatic and so over-the-top, but he’s also kind of adorable. I wish I were interested in him beyond just friends, but unfortunately, my stupid vagina is apparently only interested in people whodon’twant us.
I would feel bad if I hadn’t told him so many times that I’m not interested, and that I won’t be, no matter how much he flirts with me.
“Thank you. They’re beautiful. You picked these out by yourself?”
He shrugs, smirking. “Might have had a little help. Not really a flower kind of guy, but you know, I can be for you, Mais.”
