She blinked dramatically.“No?”
“No,” I repeated.“I do not have my own biker.”
Tempi tipped her head.“Really?Because from where I’m standing, that man sleeps on your couch, watches over you like a grumpy guard dog, and looks at you like he’d happily ruin someone’s whole family tree if they touched you wrong.”
I opened my mouth.
Then closed it, because annoying as she was being, she wasn’t exactly wrong.
She saw it in my face and pounced.“Oh my God,” she said, her voice dropping into a delighted whisper.“Something happened.”
I turned back to the coffee machine like it was the most interesting thing on earth.“Nothing happened.”
“Britta.”
I sighed.“We were going to kiss,” I muttered.
The kitchen went quiet for half a second.
Then Tempi slapped a hand over her mouth and made a muffled squeal.“You werewhat?”
I glared at her.“This is why I didn’t want to tell you.”
“No, no, absolutely not, you do not get to drop that on me and then be annoyed that I’m reacting.”She straightened and jabbed a finger at me.“Continue immediately.”
I stared at the coffee dripping into the mug.“We were on the couch,” I said.“Watching TV.Kind of.”
“Kind of,” she repeated, eyes bright.
I ignored that.“And we were talking and then not talking, and it just…” I let out a breath.“It got weird.”
Tempi’s mouth twisted.“Not weird bad.”
“No,” I admitted.“Not weird bad.”
“Interesting.”
“Dangerous,” I corrected.
That made her grin wider.“Even better.”
I rolled my eyes.“He said if we kissed, it was going to change everything.”
Tempi’s expression shifted a little then, the teasing still there but softened around the edges.“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“So what happened?”
I grabbed the creamer from the fridge and poured some into the mug because my hands needed something to do.“I said maybe I wasn’t ready for things to change.”
Tempi’s brows lifted.“Yet?”
I shot her a look.“Maybe.”
Her grin came right back.“Oh, girl.”
I groaned.“Please stop being delighted by my emotional instability.”
