“Best friends aren’t supposed to kiss.”
“Well, we’re not fucking, so at least give me this,” I say with a smirk.
“You’re too cocky for your own good.”
“Ugh, you sound like Brew.”
“I sound like someone who cares about what happens to you.”
I nod, cupping his face. “I messed up. I get it. I’ve learnt my lesson.”
“You say that, then next week I’ll be haulin’ your ass outta jail.” I wince ever so slightly, then he adds. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think.”
“It’s okay, and you won’t be, pinkie promise.” I hold out my pinkie as he sighs, then links his finger with mine.
“Do you solemnly swear to think before you do somethin’ reckless next time?”
I blink at him in surprise. “If by that you mean, don’t rely on girls to have your back when you’re out having fun, then yeah.”
“Wise ass.”
“Thanks for coming to get me.”
“You wanna talk about what happened?”
“Can I have a shower first and at least wash all the smoke out of my hair and wipe the mascara from under my eyes?”
“Deal.”
I peck him again and pat his cheek a couple of times. “You’re the only one I can rely on. I feel bad you had to come and get me.”
“It’s not about that,” he says as he follows me to the side door that leads into the house. “You just can’t trust people. If you want to hang out, then do it at the clubhouse, at least I know you’ll be safe there.”
“I know. I know. I just pinkie promised I wouldn’t be stupid. I’ll go to the clubhouse and hang with the girls there. More importantly—have you got any snacks?”
He gives me a sideways look. “What do you think?”
I grin, making my way to the pantry. I reach in and grab the first thing I find: potato chips.
“Ooh, you’re the best!”
“I’ll make up the couch.”
“That’s sweet of you.”
“I meant for me, you can take my bed.”
“Saw, you don’t have to do that,” I say, trying to open the bag. The stupid thing won’t give an inch. Why do potato chips always do this? He takes the bag from me and opens it with ease, then hands it back to me.
“It’s fine. The couch won’t be comfortable for you.” ain’t that comfy.”
Of course he’d give up his bed for me. We’ve fallen asleep twice on his couch, and I can confirm that it isnotvery comfortable.
“So then why do you wanna sleep on it?”
“I’d prefer my back to be messed up rather than yours, Princess.”
I squeeze his cheek. “So sweet. We can share the bed… if you’re okay with that?”