Scarlet cackles in delight. “She’s a clever girl. At my place she also stashed things behind the dishwasher, as well as the washing machine, and in the bathroom closet.”
“She’s a menace.”
“She is, and I love her.” Her smile drops as she turns serious. “I promise, she’ll calm down. This was just a big change for her and she... well... she really seems to like you.”
“What can I say, Princess? I’m irresistible, to all species apparently.”
“You’re also a menace, so really, it’s a match made in heaven.”
“Haha, funny.” I shove my sock-covered toes into her thigh. “What sounds good?”
She wrinkles her nose. “What all delivers out here?”
I shake my head. “Not much. It’s pretty much pizza or burgers.”
“Ohhh, from where?”
“Buns Out,” I say, my mouth already watering at the thought.
“They deliver this far?”
“From town? No. But they opened a food truck at the top of the mountain that will.”
“Hell yes. Brunch burger and eggy fries for me, please. Extra aioli.”
I gag a little as I pull up the app to place our order. “You eat the weirdest shit.”
“Don’t knock it till you try it, Sunshine.”
“Sunshine?” he asks, quirking a brow.
“I don’t know.” She shrugs, suddenly looking shy. “Officer Jackass doesn’t really feel right anymore. And since everything’s gone to shit, you’ve sort of...” She trails off, buries her face in her hands, and groans.
“I’ve what?” I ask, as I tap theconfirm orderbutton on my screen.
“You’ve-sort-of-been-my-sunshine.” She says it all as one word and it takes a minute for my brain to digest her words.
“Well hell.” I sit all the way up, absolutely beaming as I open my arms to her. “That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
I’m even more shocked when she understands what I’m silently asking and crawls across the couch into my arms for a hug.
“Do friends cuddle?” she asks as I tug her closer, settling her in front of me so that I’m the big spoon.
“I don’t see why not,” I say, slightly bewildered by my actions, because I amnota fucking cuddler. Especially not a platonic one.
She hums under her breath, like she doesn’t believe me. But she doesn’t move either, so I’m calling it a win.
“Gossip Girlwhile we wait?” I ask.
“Sounds good.”
“Pass me the remote?” I nod toward it on the coffee table.
“Sure.” She leans forward to reach it, and the motion presses her lush ass directly into my groin.
“Fucking hell,” I groan under my breath, wondering if she’s aware of the simultaneous torture and temptation she’s subjecting me to. I mean, surely, she can feel my chubby, right?
“You good?” she asks, passing me the remote.
