“Not much talking, but there were some seriously sexy moans happening.”
Kiki bolts upright, her face turning a deep pink, all the way to the tips of her ears. “No, I didn’t, did I?”
“You did, and I need all the details. Who were you dreaming about?”
But Kiki has zero intention of sharing a single detail as she scrambles to her feet and tosses the blanket onto the chair. “Wow, look at the time. So late. You’d better go.”
I wish she could see herself right now. All hot and bothered.
I throw my booted leg over my knee, enjoying the hell out of this show. “Are you seriously kicking me out so you don’t have to tell me about your dream?”
Kiki pauses, but the nerves are written all over her. She’s practically vibrating. “Of course not, but you have to work early in the morning, remember?”
Lies. All lies.
I slick a hand over the back of my neck. “I never said what time I had to be at work.”
She tosses up her hands and motions to the television. “Okay, do you want to watch another movie? Have another beer?”
She doesn’t wait for my answer. No, she’s too busy pacing, pivoting, picking things up, putting them back down. Avoiding eye contact like her life depends on it.
I’ve never seen a woman so unhinged. She’s adorable.
I lean forward, elbows on my thighs, chin resting on my hands, watching her. “Now Ireallywant to know what you were dreaming about.”
“Well, I’m really not going to tell you,” she mutters, planting her hands on her hips.
I can keep pushing, keep her teetering on the edge of embarrassment, but I think she’s had enough for this round. Me? I could stay here all night.
Pushing slowly to my feet, I work the kinks out of my neck. “As much as I would love another beer right now, I probablyshouldn’t. Because then I might force you to tell me what your dream was about.”
Once again, her face lights up like a neon sign.
So worth it.
I grab my jacket and shrug it on, before turning to press a soft kiss to her cheek. “Because it sounded so fucking good.”
Kiki buries her face in her hands, a small strangled noise rising up from her throat.
“Goodnight, Kiki.”
“Wait.”
I halt and for one second, one stupid, hopeful second, I think she’s going to tell me everything. Tell me the dream is about me.
We’ll figure out the rest as we go.
But she rushes past me to the kitchen, grabs a container and shoves it into my hands. “Don’t want to forget Theo’s food.”
My heart sinks as reality settles in. Message received.
I lift the tin, forcing a smile. “We appreciate it.”
“I appreciate you. Both of you.”
She means it, too, but at least now I know we’re destined to be friends.
Just friends.
