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“Yeah, baby, just like that.” He nods his head in appreciation.
I nearly choke on the pie.
I cover my mouth and chew. He is pleased as punch. Once I swallow, he asks, “How did my lips taste?”
“Salty,” I answer. “And a little like garbage.”
His face falls flat.
“Okay, I get it.” He takes the fork from me. “You’re in denial. Don’t worry, I’ll get you there.”
“Get me where?” I ask.
“You’ll see,” he answers with a knowing wink.
Chapter Nine
WYATT
I stare up at the ceiling in my room, the buzz of the pie still pulsing through me.
That was some good fucking pie.
And a good burger.
And fries.
And . . . company.
Surprising. Aubree can be really fun. I’m not sure other people know that about her. At least people around town. They seem to be concerned about her happiness and the cards she’s been dealt. But what I’ve found is that of course she’s serious, but that’s not her entire personality. She can be fun. She can joke.
She can take a joke.
Not many people can, but she takes it and sometimes gives it right back.
She’s a good time with a difficult past, whichI thinkputs her on the defensive most of the time. I can sense that she doesn’twant to open up. She doesn’t want to grow close, but it seems she might allow me into her circle.
Her very, very small circle.
I desperately want to ask her what Matt did to her. Why he was a dick and if there is anything she wants me to do to him to seek revenge. I might not be a murderer or an arsonist like some of the main characters in my books, but I know a thing or two about fucking around with people. I could make Matt’s life a living hell and get away with it. And Amanda? Her ex-best friend? Fucking awful. I am still angry that she had the gall to brag about marrying Aubree’s ex to Aubree. To...belittle her so callously. I’ll never understand mean girls, but I’m glad that she used me as her shield at that moment. I don’t know Aubree that well, but what I am is a good friend.And I want to be that person for her.
I grab my phone from the nightstand, and even though I spent the evening with her, I text her.
Wyatt:Hey.
Great opening. I know it will get her attention. Because she’ll probably be wonderingwhy is he texting me and why is he only saying hey after we said goodbye like half an hour ago?
And what an awkward goodbye that was. She was going for a wave, I was going in for a hug, and she ended up scraping her hand over my nipple, making it hard. I, naturally, pointed it out to her and asked if she wanted to feel it. She shook her head and walked away.
Not sure why she didn’t want to feel it. Who doesn’t like a perky nipple?
Apparently, Aubree.
My phone dings with a text, and I smile to myself.
Aubree:Hi?
Just what I’d expect from her.
