“Come on. Spill. Tell me what’s got you acting all weird—or well, weirder than usual.” Her smile was all sarcasm and snark, the bitch.
I picked up a fry. “I’m not fucking weird. Stop being a bitch.”
Jessica shot me a deadpan look. “It’s literally my fucking default setting, Cor.” I snorted a laugh because it really was. Fuck, it was practically her entire personality. “Now, tell me what’s going on.”
I sighed and leaned back in my seat. I didn’t want to tell her about my first time with Mila. About how fucking beautiful she’d looked falling apart in my arms. How her body had flushed as soon as I stroked my thumb over her clit. How she’d so easily let me take the lead and have control.
Fuck.
But I also knew Jessica wouldn’t let it go until I told her the truth. Jessica could pick out lies as easily as a shark could scent blood. Honestly… Jessica and sharks had a lot more in common than I’d like to think about.
“Mila and I…” I paused. Hooked up wasn’t the right word. We hadn’t had sex either—well, not fully. Fingering her was still a form of sex. “I got her off,” I confessed. That seemed accurate enough.
Jessica scrunched up her nose. “That’s what’s got you so lost in your head?” She looked like she regretted asking. I snickered. Curiosity killed the cat, so they said. “So… you got her off. Did she return the favor?”
I shook my head. “It wasn’t like that,” I admitted. “I got jealous. Extremely jealous. I guess she forgot her clothes when she went to shower, and so she had to come back to our room after her shower in nothing but her tiny fucking towel, and I just kind of lost my shit when I saw some random guy—who wasn’t even supposed to be on our hall—checking her out like she was some slab of meat.”
Jessica shrugged and popped another fry in her mouth. “Well, Mila is hot,” she reminded me. I scowled at her. Best friend or not, I didn’t like that she noticed the girl I was in love with was fine as hell. “I’m straight, and even I find her attractive as fuck. She’s got this cute little pixie thing going on.”
I threw a fry at her. Jessica snickered. “Okay, sorry. I’ll be serious.” I arched a brow at her because we both knew she couldn’t stand to be serious and not make an asshole comment at the same time. “What’s going on between you two?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know,” I told her, hating that Mila and I seemed to be hanging in some kind of weird limbo. “We’re friends again, I think. But we’re also more than that, obviously. I really don’t know where I stand with her.” And it was confusing trying to figure it all out on my own. But I was afraid if I brought up the topic with Mila, it’d ruin whatever beautiful thing we had going on.
Jessica cocked her head at me. “Maybe you should make it known you want more with her. You’ve always loved her, even when you hated her.” She wasn’t wrong. Loving Mila was as easy as breathing, even when I’d wanted to do nothing more than punch her in the face.
“And if she turns me down?” I asked. That was what I feared the most. Just because we’re doing this… whatever this was Mila and I were doing, didn’t mean that she wanted something real with me. Something permanent and lasting. I’d cost her so much, and asking her for more than she was already giving me just seemed selfish.
“Mila’s not going to turn you down,” Jessica told me, her tone filled with exasperation. “You didn’t see the panic in her eyes when you went missing for two days. Love or hate you, that girl is head over heels for you, regardless. Plan a date and take her out. Show her you want more and that all these I love you’s the two of you are throwing around aren’t just a bunch of talk.”
I blew out a soft breath. “You make it seem so easy.”
Jessica rolled her eyes. “Because it is easy,” she retorted. “You’re Coralie fucking Godiva. Claim your fucking woman, bitch, and stop moping. It’s ruining my lunch.”
I threw another fry at her.
Thirteen
Mila
Coralie:
Hey, I want to take you out this evening.
Me:
Okay…
Coralie:
I’m obviously shit at this. I want to take you out. As in a date.
My heart was going to give out at this rate. Coralie just kept surprising me. First with how much she’d actually cared, even while I’d thought she hated me, her declaration of always having loved me, shoving me against the fucking door and fingering me, and now this. A damn date. Coralie didn’t do dates, yet she wanted to take me on one.
If she was trying to make me fall in love with her, she didn’t even have to try. Hadn’t she listened to me when I told her I’d always loved her? Fucking hell, I’d never stopped. How could I? Coralie was it for me. Even if we’d never reconciled, I never would have been able to move on from her.
Me:
What should I wear?