She blinks once. “Oh.”
“Oh?” I demand with a manic laugh. “Oh?I’m in fucking crisis here, woman! My psycho-stalker ex-boyfriend has been texting me nonstop and you know what my dumbass does? Invites him into my apartment to eat and cuddle!Fucking cuddle!Then he kisses my cheek goodnight and I magically want to forgive him for breaking my heart! I need a fucking Win-tervention!”
I’m out of breath, gripping the table so hard it's shaking, the silverware lightly tinkling with the vibrations.
Andrea nods a few times and sets her knife down to fold her hands. “Ok, ok. It’s not that bad—”
“You’re right, it’s a fucking disaster!” I wail. “Even my cat is obsessed with him.”
She winces. “Shit and Mitz hates everyone.”
“I fucking know!”
Slumping in my chair, I stir the dregs of syrupy French toast around my plate. She sighs, reaching over to take my hand.
“You want him.”
It’s not a question. I squeeze my eyes shut; his face blooms to life behind my lids and my heart screams.
“I shouldn’t.”
She pats the back of my hand. “Doesn’t change how you feel, babe.”
I groan, “We’re not good for each other.”
“Why not?”
Gaping at her, I yank my hand free. “Did you forget the fact that we’re both fucked in the head?”
She gives me an unfazed shrug. “Who isn’t?”
“Nothing about our relationship is healthy,” I protest and cross my arms.
A slight smirk lifts her lips. “You’re relationship, eh?”
Rolling my head back I mutter, “Jesus fucking Christ.”
Andrea chuckles, the toe of her boot nudging my shin under the table. “Look, you’re my best friend and I love you eternally, but I won’t lie, I’m a little worried.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “That makes two of us.”
Her brown and red space buns dance as she shakes her head. “Not just for you. I know he’s not innocent by any means but, whether you want to accept it or not, he cares deeply for you. I don’t want to seeeitherof you hurt again.”
Meeting her gaze, I admit, “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“I know,” she says with a sad smile. Skimming her tongue ring between her teeth, she flashes me a loaded look. “Just don’t rush into sex with him.”
I snort, rubbing my face to hide the blush creeping into my cheeks. The mention of sex with Win makes my dick spring to life. Not that it needs an excuse; it’s been permanently half-mast since he showed up in Fort Manor.
As if the demon can sense my wayward thoughts, his name pops up on my phone. Andrea rests her chin on the back of her hand, nodding at it.
“Let me guess, your boy needs attention?”
“He’s not my boy.”
“You’re such a fucking liar.”
I ignore her as I open his text.
