Her grin almost split her face in half. “I’d marry you, too.”
If I didn’t have the unfortunate attraction to men, Erin and I would have already hitched years ago.
We fell into comfortable silence as I did my dishes and she finished her breakfast. I had just washed the last plate when my phone buzzed loudly on the table. The two of us shared a wide-eyed look before Erin lunged for it.
“Don’t you dare!”
Since she was closer, she got my phone before me and hugged it to her chest. “TOO LATE!”
She ran away when I tried to grab her, cackling as she headed for the living room.
“Give it back!”
“Not a chance.” As I chased her around the couch, her fingers flew across the screen, typing god knew what. “I’m doing what best friends do!”
“Humiliating me?” I lunged to the side, hand stretched out until my fingers grazed her arm before she dodged to the side.
“I’m helping you get laid by a hot ass man! Be grateful!” Erin shot over her shoulder.
Worried what she could be sending Mateo, I launched myself over the back of the couch, hurtling over the cushions until I was right in front of her.
“Hey, that was kinda cool,” she started to say before I shoved her down next to the throw pillows.
I wrestled my way on top of her, fighting to grab my phone from her grasp. “Give it to me.”
“Why are you so freakishly strong?”
“Cause I work out, bitch.” With nowhere for her to go, I managed to snatch my phone before scrambling off away. There was no way I was going to let her get it back.
“You elbowed me in the boob,” Erin moaned, hands holding her chest.
I ignored her and looked at my phone.
Mateo: Are you asking me on a date, Emmie?
I glanced at what Erin responded with.
Emmie: Yes.
Emmie: Ice rink—three o’clock.
Emmie: Be there.
Emmie: Stud muffin.
“Erinnnnn,” I groaned, closing my eyes as embarrassment washed over me. “Stud muffin—really?”
“What? He is one.”
“You don’t tell a guy that.” I could only imagine what Mateo was thinking as he read those texts. Right on cue, my phone buzzed in my hand.
Mateo: Already at pet names in our relationship? I’m typically someone who likes to go slow, but I can work with stud muffin. I’ll be at the rink at three.
“Great, now he thinks I’m a weirdo.” I shot Erin a hard look.
“I mean, you are a weirdo.” She shrugged. “But he has to love your weirdness or he isn’t the one.”
“Wow, thanks, Shakespeare.”
