Page 23 of The Best Friend Problem
Her too, oddly enough. She supposed good sex did that to a person. No. Not good sex—phenomenal sex.
“Sooooo, this is good. Fine. Totally cool,” she said.
His smile faltered.
“I mean it’s, you know, not weird.”
“Okay.”
She pushed her hair away from her face, fingers tugging on the strands. “’Cause we were wondering if it was going to be weird and, you know. It’s not.”
He raised one eyebrow. “Sure.”
“Totally not weird.” Tug.
The second eyebrow joined the first. “Right.”
“Not weird at all.” Tug, tug, tug.
He snorted. “Yeah, I’d be more convinced if you weren’t commenting on how not weird it is. That’s weird, Pru. And you’re tugging on your hair.”
Crap. The problem with sleeping with someone who knew you so well was you couldn’t hide anything from them. Like an encroaching panic attack from the fact that she slept with her best friend.
“How’s that freak-out going in there?” He reached out to poke at her forehead.
She swatted his finger away, scowling. “It’s going just fine, thank you.”
“Gonna run out on me or wanna grab breakfast?”
And there it was. He was offering her their agreement. One night of exploration and then everything back to normal. A wave of relief crashed over her.
They hadn’t ruined anything. She didn’t need to figure out what this meant or what she should do next. They were just Finn and Pru. Best buds, grabbing breakfast after a sleepover. Different from their usual sleepovers—naughtier, oh so naughtier. But he wasn’t kicking her out or asking for more.
They were good.
They were them.
“If you think I’m running anywhere before I get some coffee and food in me, you’re a bonehead.”
“I’ve been called worse.”
She laughed, starting to rise, but then the sheets slid against her skin, the sensual action reminding her of her lack of clothing. “Um, could you…?”
His eyes widened. “Seriously?”
“Yes, you perv! Close your eyes.”
“Pru, I’ve seen it all. Seen it, touched it, tasted it—”
She smashed a hand over his mouth to stop the outrageous words from escaping. Her cheeks burned, knowing everything he said was true, but unable to tamp down the embarrassment of it all in the light of day. Her best friend now had intimate knowledge of her. It was… Okay fine, it was freakin’ weird.
His brow drew down, expression wary. Gently, he grasped her wrist and removed her hand from his lips. “You don’t…regret anything, do you?”
“No!”
The denial came out a little too sharp and loud, but she’d hate it if Finn thought she regretted or resented him in any way. Quite the opposite. A tiny voice deep inside her was screaming for more. More naked Finn time. Now!
She shut that voice down. She had plans to attend to, and none of them involved adding benefits to the friendship with her bestie.
