Sure did.
Sarah
100% yes.
Me
I thought it was just me, on account of the whole, being in love with my best friend and immense sexual frustration thing.
Caitlin
Go, Soph. Now. Report back tomorrow.
Me
Ugh, fine. But if I perish from the weirdness of it all, you’ll be sorry.
Caitlin
I’ll be sure to say extra nice things about you in your eulogy.
Enjoy the french fry grilled cheese.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
SOPHIE
RenegadeRush
Do you ever think about meeting in person?
The second I read the message, I splutter, accidentally inhaling a sip of margarita and launching into a full-blown coughing fit that sends a shower of tequila directly onto my phone screen.
“What the fuck?” I gasp, staring through the margarita droplets, gaping at football guy’s words.
“What happened?” Maya asks, dropping down next to me on the floor and setting the platter of tacos she’s carrying down in the middle of our circle before plucking the phone out of my hand. “Holy shit,” she says on a laugh, grabbing a chicken taco from the platter and taking a gleeful bite.
“What is it?” Maddy grabs the phone from Maya and immediately bursts out laughing. “Looks like Sophie has more than one reason for angst tonight.”
“Fuck off and fill me up,” I order, downing the rest of mymargarita and holding my glass out to Emmy, who is closest to the pitcher. “I’m never angsty.” I take a deep sip of my refilled drink.
“No,” Caitlin says thoughtfully. “You’re not. But tonight you are carrying a certain patina of angst. So, are you ready to spill your guts, or do you need more drinks first?”
Emmy barks out a laugh. “Patina, Cait? That’s a big word for sexy dinner story night.”
Caitlin shrugs. “Being a little tipsy and four tacos in is no excuse for bad vocabulary.”
“Football guy wants to meet,” I blurt out, grabbing a steak taco from the platter and taking a giant bite, mostly to avoid having to answer the barrage of questions I know are headed my way.
“When did that happen?” Sarah asks. “I thought we were here to talk about your undying love for our handsome quarterback bestie.”
“Literally just this second.” Maddy tosses my phone to Sarah, who glances at the screen and then up at me with a wide grin.
“This is so awesome. Two guys, both vying for Sophie Sullivan’s heart. Who will she choose? Tune in tomorrow night at eight”
I roll my eyes at Sarah even as my lips quirk up in a smile. “While I appreciate you turning my life into a reality dating show, there are no guys vying for my heart. Just a random guy on an app who doesn’t even know what I look like and my best guy friend who has suddenly turned casual touching into an Olympic sport.”
My phone chooses that second to beep in Sarah’s hand, and in unison, every head in the circle turns toward it. Sarah glances down and then back up with a grin as she flashes us the screen. “Looks like someone’s getting anxious.”
