“Are you that turned off by me?” he sounds upset and leans forward, putting his elbows on his knees.
I finally look at him. “No!”
“You’re sure fucking acting like it!” He sips his beer pissily.
“You’re hot as fuck. You shouldn’t need me to stroke your ego.” I adjust my seat so he doesn’t see my damn hard-on, sitting forward too, masking the bulge. “It’s just weird to tell you how to fake a relationship with me knowing you’re not into it.”
“Whatever. You’re making excuses. I’ll wing it if I have to.”
I really don’t want him to be upset. “Don’t do that.”
He lifts his chin in the air in the typical Wolfe temper tantrum. And annoyingly, it makes him hotter.
“Please,” I whisper.
“I’m not forgiving you unless you tell me,” he mutters.
Fuck.
I sit back, pushing a hand into my hair. “Well, like—coming up behind me to wrap your arms around me?” Every word I say, I imagine him doing to me and shiver. “Kissing the back of my neck?” I’m not about to suggest we make out in public; that’s too much PDA for a wedding shower.
“That’s easy enough,” he says, like it’s a done deal.
“You say that so nonchalant.”
“Because I am. What else?”
“This is not something to be nonchalant about. This is a chalant situation.” I don’t know how he’s not getting it.
“The only one chalant in this situation is you, and it’s hurting my feelings!” Wolfe glares. “Tell me what else.”
“It feels weird asking a straight guy to do this stuff to me.”
“I’m your best friend. You can ask me to do anything. We are ride or die, and I’m insulted you don’t know that!” His hurt comes through in his voice.
“Most guys wouldn’t…”
“Wouldn’t what?”
“There are lines with sexual stuff for straight guys!” I shoot back. I know I’m not the only one who thinks that.
“Tell me what else! I’ll decide if it’s too much.”
I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.
“We have to kiss.” I drop it like a bomb.
But do we?
Am I embellishing because I want to kiss him, or is this realistic? I can’t tell.
“Weddings are super romantic. I think it brings it out in people,” I hedge, feeling like I’ve lost it.
“Makes sense.” He nods along like this is all totally normal. “You said you wanted me to act how I did with your sister, so like grabbing your ass and stuff?”
I swallow hard, not sure I can go back. “Yes.”
“I think I’m picking up what you’re putting down.” He taps his temple, treating this like a fucking hockey play. “I can make it believable.” He slides his hand back up my thigh.
