Perfect 10. Erin McCarthy
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Название: Perfect 10
Автор: Erin McCarthy
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon Cosmo Red-Hot Reads
isbn: 9781472095565
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Drew pulled out his own phone and he snorted. “Jason is a dick.”
“Ironic choice of slurs,” Samantha said.
Drew shot her a look. “He sent me a text taking credit.” He shook his head. “Let’s head out. And thanks, Trina, for making my Thursday a little more interesting.”
“You’re welcome. I think mine would be classified more as suck than interesting, but glad to be of service.”
Drew waited for them to go in front of him, his hand once again resting on Katrina’s back and staying there the whole way to the front door. She wondered what that was all about, and tried to remember if he had touched her like that BS. Before Sex. She couldn’t think of any time he had, but she felt like a neurotic 420 smoker yelling “What does it mean?” at a double rainbow. She was overthinking the hell out of everything.
Samantha gave her a wink as she hopped in a cab out on the street. Katrina waved, breathing in the warm night air. “God, it’s gorgeous out. It was so hot today.”
“I see the advantage of wearing a skirt,” Drew said as they started down the sidewalk. “I thought I would hate this kilt, but I dig the circulation.”
“It’s a good look for you.”
He smiled at her and something about the look on his face made her suck in a breath.
“Trina, I never meant for us to stop being friends. You know that, right?”
She nodded, a lump lodging in her throat. “Yeah, I know. I didn’t mean for that to happen either. Or I never would have...” But she stopped talking, because she wondered if she had the option of giving back that one night, would she. Because even though she missed Drew’s friendship, the truth was, it had been becoming painful to be around him, knowing her feelings went way beyond friendship. Not knowing how to tell him. At least the sex had kept her from endlessly hoping they could be a couple. That dream had been shattered instantly in the aftermath of sex.
“You never would have had sex with me?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest as they walked.
Awkward. “It obviously wasn’t planned, and I know I didn’t handle things well.”
“Sex happens. But it doesn’t mean we should let it ruin our friendship. I miss you.”
Oh, God, oh, God, he missed her and she was going to melt. Just puddle right at his feet. “I’ve missed you, too. I know we can’t go backward, but I want what we had before we got naked.”
“You mean, before my magnificent penis?”
Katrina made a sound of disgust. “You don’t have to sound so smug about it. You should be just a little embarrassed that everyone we know now knows we had sex.”
“Why would I be embarrassed? It’s not like you’re a troll.”
Huh. This conversation was not going the way she’d hoped. “Don’t flatter me so.”
But then he surprised her by taking her hand and pulling her to a stop. He pulled her in close to him. “Hey, come here.”
“What?” She could feel the blush starting in her cheeks again and she wondered when she was finally going to be old enough to stop blushing. It was like acne—it just shouldn’t happen past middle school.
“It was a great night, you have to admit.”
“I think I did. Quite publicly.” It was distracting to be so close to him, his kilt brushing against her, his fingers entwined with hers. But it was good to hear him say he’d enjoyed it, too.
“And you’re beautiful.” He tucked her hair behind her ear.
The love she felt for him, that she’d been attempting to suppress with mixed success, came rushing back to the surface. “Thanks,” she whispered.
“Now can you please tell me why I only got a five out of ten for the good dresser category? That was brutal. I may need therapy.”
Way to ruin the moment. She rolled her eyes. “You have exactly two pairs of jeans and enough plaid to represent every clan in Scotland. I had to ding you somewhere or the app would have recommended I see you again.”
She wasn’t trying to be suggestive. She really wasn’t. But the words just sort of hung in the air between them for a long, painful pause and she refused to be the one to speak first, because she would apologize or embarrass herself by sounding needy.
Finally, Drew said, “But an eight out of ten for kissing? I don’t know. I thought we had a ten going on.”
Interesting. And arousing. Katrina tried to play it cool, which was hard to do when her entire sexual history had been posted online and when he was wearing a kilt. But she gave it her best shot. “You misread. It was definitely listed as a ten.”
“Let’s find out for sure,” he said.
Then he closed the gap between them and kissed her.
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