Page 24 of The Best Friend Problem
“Last night was…” She paused, trying to search for exactly how much it had meant to her without freaking them both out. “Perfect. I don’t regret a single moment. Do you?”
He grinned. “Nope. Honestly, Pru. You kind of rocked my world. I knew all your exes were dumbasses, but I never fully grasped how much until last night.”
Well, that was… She had no idea what that was, but it sure made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Stupid insides, this is not the start of some fairy-tale romance. This was fantastic sex to tide me over for the next two decades.
There. Inner nympho put in place.
“They were rather dumb, weren’t they?”
“Any man who’d let you get away is a moron.”
She sucked in a breath at his words. “You know this was a one-time thing, Finn.”
His smile slipped, just the barest of a drop, but then his lips parted even wider, head shaking. “Um, yeah. We kind of went over that last night. I mean, I know we were a little bit toasted, but we talked about it. Or did Finn’s Fun Stick cause you to have orgasmic amnesia?”
She shoved his shoulder. “Shut up—that’s not a thing.”
He laughed, rising from the bed, completely unashamed of his nudity, and headed toward the bathroom.
“Give me fifteen. I’m going to hit the three S’s before we head out.”
“Three S’s?”
He glanced over his shoulder, grinning like a fool when he caught her staring at his ass.
What? She couldn’t help it. Finn had a very fine ass.
“Shave, shower, and shit.”
“Lovely.”
Okay, now she knew they were back on solid friendship ground. You didn’t talk about bathroom stuff with a lover. That was annoying your friend territory. Still, there had been that moment where she thought maybe he wanted more. Something in his eyes seemed almost sad when she reminded him of their deal.
No. That was crazy. Finn didn’t want a relationship with her. He didn’t want a relationship with anyone. He was First Date Finn. She was just out of sorts because of all that had happened.
The sound of a sharp bark caused her to glance down and see Bruiser at the foot of the bed, head tilted, tail wagging, tongue hanging out of the side of her furry little mouth.
“Hey, Bru. You want a treat?”
The tiny dog barked again, wagging her tail so enthusiastically that Pru was afraid it might just wag right off.
“Come on.” She reached down, grabbing the sweet pup in her arms and tossing the covers off. “I bet I can get dressed and sneak you two treats before your daddy is done primping.”
“I heard that!” a voice from the bathroom yelled.
“Finish your S’s!” she yelled back.
True to their words, in fifteen minutes Finn was ready to go and Pru had dressed and fed Bruiser two treats. Since it was a nice, sunny day, Finn insisted they take his bike, even though the restaurant was less than a mile away. She agreed because she was starving and needed coffee…or maybe it was because holding Finn tight, feeling the vibrations of the rumbling motorcycle, conjured up memories of last night.
No. It was the coffee thing.
Yup. That was her story and she was sticking to it.
Breakfast went off like usual, with a few awkward moments here and there. Honestly, she’d be more worried if there weren’t a few strange bits. It wasn’t like she wanted Finn to fall madly in love with her or anything, but she did want last night to mean something to him.
It meant something to her.
After breakfast, he dropped her off at her apartment building. She slid off his bike, handing him the spare helmet, which he stashed back in the side bag.
