Angel’s gaze snaps to mine. “What does that mean?”
“You told me to be like I used to be with her.” The math is mathing in my drunk brain. I have a plan.
“I don’t like the sound of it.” He takes the bottle and takes a long swig.
“Do you revoke consent?” My attention moves to his throat. He’s gorgeous, and he doesn’t even know it. Better than anyone he’s brought home. And the best person I know. I hate that he’s hurting.
Confusion flickers in his eyes. “What? No. I’m just not sure what you think you’re going to do to convince her. Certainly not grab my dick in public or something.” Archangel’s tone is sarcastic.
I stand and step between his knees. “I don’t need to do that much.”
Archangel lifts his chin, assessing me. “What do you think will work?”
“I think if I kiss you and can’t keep my hands off of you, they’ll get the idea I’m obsessed with you.”
“Kiss me?” His voice trembles with a mixture of laugh and scoff, like he thinks I’m bullshitting him.
“Do you think there is anything I won’t do for you?”
“It’s not that. It’s not weird for you?”
“I’m secure as fuck. And you’re my best friend.” I put a knee on the bench between his. “It can’t be that different, and I’ve kissed a lot of people I was a little grossed out by the next morning.”
Angel sticks his tongue out. “I do not want to hear about that.”
“I know you’re not gross. Your hygiene is great.”
“It’s still gay.”
I wave him off. “It’s got to be the same. People are put together almost the same.”
“Your drunk logic is something else. You need to go to bed.”
“My drunk logic could end wars! I am on to something.” I nod, very sure of myself when an idea hits me. “Do you think we should practice?”
Archangel coughs, choking on the beer he’s chasing the vodka with. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t want the first time I kiss you to be in front of your family. Then it will look awkward. We have to look like we’ve kissed before, right?” I am making all of the sense here. This isn’t even the alcohol talking.
“You want to kiss me?” he whispers, almost hesitant.
Who hasn’t kissed their best friend for fun?
This seems perfectly normal. Or so I’m going to keep telling myself because I’m drunk and you’re allowed to make stupid decisions when drunk. That’s like the whole point of the college experience or whatever.
“Don’t you think it will be weird if the first time I kiss you is tomorrow? I’m just being practical.” I know I have a point.
On top of that, I haven’t gotten laid in a week, which is basically a year with my track record. Being a little bi-curious when horny and drunk is a valid fucking experience. There are so many upsides. If kissing him doesn’t suck, it also opens a lot of doors to make faking this a lot easier until the wedding.
His breath hitches. “You’re right. It would be weird for the first time to be tomorrow.”
“And don’t you think it will blow our cover if it is?”
He just stares at me.
“I mean, I can just wing it tomorrow.” I hold my hands up.
Maybe he’s not into me. It’s fine if he doesn’t want to.
