Page 5 of Bridesmaid Undercover
I shake my head as I find my shoes on the floor and slip those on quickly. “Nah, I’ll pick something up. But thanks.”
“Okay.” She worries that lip again. Iwantto walk up to her, push her back on the bed, and make out with her…for hours.
“So, yeah, thanks for last night, but I’ll, uh, I’ll see you around, I’m sure.”
“Yeah.” She averts her eyes to the bundled-up sheets in front of her. “Um, before you leave, not sure how much alcohol took over last night, but…you said some things…”
Oh, I’m sure I did.
I’m sure I said a lot of things.
Hell, I’m worried what came out of my mouth last night after experiencing what I can only describe as the purest form of ecstasy.
I wouldn’t be surprised if there was ayahoothrown out.
Ahurray.
Ablessed be to God.
“Yeah, there was lots of alcohol, huh?” I say, trying not to be awkward, but also…hating myself. “People say weird things when alcohol is involved.”
She slowly nods. “Okay, yeah, I get it.” She softly smiles and then meets my eyes, a distance forming in them. “You know, I still think you have a chance with Maple. I saw you guys talking, so, you know, if you want me to still try to make that happen, I can.”
I want to squeeze my eyes shut in irritation because after last night, the last thing I want is for Everly to think she still needs to help me out with my ex. I want nothing to do with Maple romantically.
Maple wants nothing to do with me.
We’re friends.
The persistent ex-girlfriend I mentioned? That was Maple. She was the one pushing me toward Everly last night.
And I freely went with the flow.
But…fuck, after what Hudson said, maybe…maybe agreeing with Everly might be the easy sidestep to avoid any confusion and awkwardness.
“That, uh, that would be awesome,” I say as a tight ball forms in my throat.
No, it would not be awesome. What would be awesome is if I could climb back in bed with you, if we could share a coffee while you curl into my chest, if we could not leave your apartment all day and just get lost in each other.
She demurely pushes her hair behind her ear, avoiding all eye contact with me as her shoulders turn in. “Okay, well, see you.”
I lift my hand up to her and offer her a wave. “See ya.”
And with that, I exit her apartment, shutting the door behind me. I walk a few feet away, pause, and then lean against the wallof her apartment building, letting my head fall back to the hard surface.
Fuck me.
How did this even happen?
I’ll tell you how…I was desperate to find a relationship. So desperate that I asked the wrong person to help me—well, maybe theywerethe right person.
And how does Everly fit into all of that? Well…it’s quite the fucking story and, after last night, it just became a complicated one.
I glance back at her door; the gears in my head spinning.
This. Is. Not. Right.
Fuck, I have to go back in…
