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“What? Talking to my best friend?”

His hair falls in front of his eyes as he shakes his head

“Ryan…” My fingers curl around his wrist I’ for, only that I want it

His voice is soft “You look h”

“But hot?”

“You’re wrapped in a blanket”

I unpeel the layers of cotton and polyester Let the comforter fall at my sides

His eyes glide overevery inch He takes in hs, my calves, my painted red toenails

Then he works his way back to my eyes “I lost one relationship because I didn’t understand what a woman wanted”

“Oh?”

“What do you want me to say to that?”

“Whatever you’re thinking”

“You know you look good”

“But I don’t knohat you think”

“You’re my best friend”