Charming My Best Friend (Fated #2) by Hazel Kelly

in the day when I
really wanted something to happen, but I’m over it.”
    “Really?”
    “And I definitely never meant for it to happen like this.”
    “Isn’t the important thing that it happened? That he realized
what a babe you are?”
    “He didn’t realize shit.” I put my feet up on the coffee table.
“He was just drunk and horny.”
    She laughed. “You sound like you’re complaining. Drunk-horny
Aiden is my favorite.”
    I rolled my eyes. “He was only trying to distract himself from
the fact that his model girlfriend was cheating on him.”
    “I don’t think he’d use you like that.”
    I shrugged. “But you also didn’t think someone could cut
themselves making nachos.”
    Her whole face scrunched around her nose. “True.”
    I sighed.
    “So have you talked to him since?”
    “Yeah, just before you got home.”
    “Hence the face.”
    I nodded.
    “And was it weird?”
    “I thought it might be,” I said. “But he just started hitting on
me and inviting me into his bed.”
    Her eyes grew wide.
    “I think he was still drunk.”
    “Or you left him wanting more?”
    “Yeah, that’s it. After his last few relationships with cover
girls, one little kiss from me converted him into liking broke, combat boot
wearing hairstylists.”
    “Say what you want, but I was confused for weeks after I kissed
you that one time.”
    I laughed. “That had nothing to do with me and everything to do
with your wine diet.”
    “So what now?”
    “I told him to get Tinder and not contact me until he had a date
with someone else.”
    “Wow.”
    “What?”
    “I’m just surprised you aren’t more excited.”
    “Why would I be excited?”
    “Cause you’ve been crushing on this guy for donkey’s.”
    “And every time I think something might happen, I end up feeling
like shit when he moves on to the next bright shiny object like a goddamn
goldfish.”
    “But you’re the brightest, shiniest object around.”
    “And you’re as shitfaced as you are full of shit.”
    “I do feel pretty great right now.”
    “The point is, we got a little carried away cause we were drunk,
but I have no reason to think it meant anything, and I’m not about to
jeopardize our friendship for something has no chance of lasting any longer
than your waffle feed probably did.”
    “It was a bit of a blur alright,” Fiona said, letting her head
fall back.
    My phone plinked on the table and I picked it up. “Speak of the
devil.”
    “What did he say?”
    I opened the text and cleared my throat. “He said, I just liked
a girl on Tinder. What do I say when she likes me back?” I read aloud as I
typed, “She might not like you back. Just keep swiping and don’t get your hopes
up.”
    “That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?” Fiona asked.
    “Not at all. He must’ve literally just downloaded it. I’m
telling you, he’s excitable right now.”
    My phone plinked a second later.
    “Him again?” she asked.
    “What did I tell you?” I asked, opening the message. “It says, I
have a really good feeling about this one. Just tell me what to say when she
likes me back.” I groaned.
    Fiona smiled. “Why don’t you tell him to say he’s really rich and
handsome and horny?”
    “I guess he could say that and get away with it,” I said,
feeling a weird twist in my gut.
    “Or how about…” She squinted at the coffee table. “Just broke up
with my cheating ex and wondering if you wanna be my rebound?”
    I shook my head. “Absolutely not.”
    “What are you going to say then?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Tell him that cheesy lines never work,” she said. “He should
keep it simple.”
    “Like hi or something?”
    “How about- hi, I’m good with my hands,” she said.
    “We don’t know if that’s true.”
    “Whose fault is that?” she asked, looking down her nose at me.
    I forced the thought of his big hands out of my mind. “This is
so strange,” I said, staring at the phone. “I can always come up with