Not only do I have a literal boner for my best friend, but she’s leaving me in January and she might have to move out in September if the sorority sees what I see.
This night sucks.
“Right.” With a final tug to one of the straps I want to bite off with my teeth, she declares, “Picture time. You can send it to her. She won’t believe it if it’s from my phone.”
Grunting, I pick up my cell then take a couple snaps. I even direct her to do the shit the puck bunnies around me do—drop their shoulders and tilt their head. Anything to get Mel to cut her some slack.
“I have a few good ones.” Lie. They’reALLgood.
Then, she further tortures me.
She rounds the couch corner, leans over me, and—oh, god—presses her boobs into my elbow as she stares at my screen.
This is not a drill.
Her tits are a thousand times better than the gazillion pillows she insists we have everywhere.
You mean to tell me I could have been using something better this whole time?!
I AM AN IDIOT.
“Swipe over, Zach,” she orders.
Staring blankly at my cell, I do as she commands.
“Hey, they’re pretty good. Maybe if the hockey gig doesn’t work out,” she teases, “you can go into photography.”
“Har, har.”
I canfeelher smile. “Send that one. I look semi-decent.”
More lies. She looks amazing.
Denny, unaware of my treacherous thoughts, scrubs a hand over my hair, making my scalp burn with the sensation.
It’d be wrong to drag her over the arm of the couch.
To tug her onto my lap.
To wrestleand win.
To kiss?—
“Hey, can you put these on for me?”
It’s a small ask. Really, it is.
But oh damn, what I wouldn’t give to put a different kind of pearl necklace on?—
“Zach?! What’s with you?”
“Huh? Nothing.”Just having incredibly inappropriate reactions to normal stimuli FROM MY CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND, thank you very much.“And sure. Yes. Of course. Yep. No problem.”
Her frown darkens as she shoves the pearls at me.
They look kinda old, but in a cool way. “These your grandma’s?”
Let’s make it about her 60-year-oldabuela.
