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

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to say. I don’t get why I’m having such a hard time giving him advice on this.”
    Fiona planted her forearms down on the recliner like she was getting
ready to stand up. “Maybe that’s because you don’t want him to meet someone
else.”
    I swallowed.
    “Maybe you want to keep him all to yourself.”
    “Don’t be stupid. That’s ridiculous.”
    She rose to her feet and stared at me. “If you say so.”
     
     
     

Chapter 16: Aiden
     
     
    The swiping was fun for a while.
    It was kind of like walking through the red light district in
Amsterdam except it felt way less shady. Within five minutes, I could see why
people got addicted to it, but I couldn’t see that happening to me.
    Maybe because I was too picky.
    But I liked being able to see what mutual friends the girl and I
had in common. It made it easy to weed out anyone that was friends with
Chelsea. Before I started, I had this crazy idea that I would veto anyone who
looked like a model just to see if I could break that bad habit, but when I saw
how many girls didn’t look like models, I vetoed that rule instead.
    Unfortunately, after two beers and just as many Simpson’s
episodes, I still hadn’t found what I was looking for.
    And then there she was. A pretty brunette with a genuine smile
that spread all the way up to her eyes. I tapped the screen to look through her
pictures.
    The first one was a selfie of her smiling next to a big
sunflower. The second was of her eating a piece of birthday cake with a pointy
party hat on. The third was of her coming down a slide wearing little shorts with
her hands in the air, and the last one was of her looking decidedly tipsy with
perfect little shamrocks painted on her cheeks.
    And suddenly, I realized why I hadn’t gotten excited about any
of the other girls.
    It was because she was the one I was looking for. And after
fifteen years of her being right in front of me, it was like I’d finally found
her.
    But I didn’t know what the appropriate Tinder etiquette was for
coming across someone you knew. My gut reaction was that you should like them
because they were your friend. Yet there must’ve been people who took online
dating too seriously for that.
    Plus, what if you liked someone to be polite and they got the
wrong idea? Or worse, what if you wanted them to get the wrong idea and they didn’t?
    All I could do was hope that when I popped up on Lucy’s screen,
she would know I wasn’t being polite.
    After all, I told her I wasn’t sorry that I’d kissed her. I’d
even gone so far as to invite her back into my bed which I meant with every
muscle in my body. So if she right swiped me back, I might just have a chance.
    Besides, there was no way I could humor the idea of going out
with another girl when I was preoccupied with getting to the bottom of this Lucy
situation, or more specifically, getting into Lucy’s bottoms.
    Granted, I didn’t know if she was attracted to me, but she’d
kissed me back without laughing, and that was something. At the very least, it gave
me enough confidence to tap the little heart and hope for the best.
    Which she was.
    And I was an idiot for not realizing it sooner.
    At the same time, I was a little concerned about how excited I
was. I’d had many periods when I was single where I swapped women as often as
Lucy swapped hair colors. And in lots of those cases, I’d had no problem
walking away once my curiosity had been satisfied.
    But I didn’t want to walk away from Lucy. Even if we slept
together and the chemistry wasn’t there, I still hoped we could be friends. Yet
part of me felt like that was naïve.
    Was it worth risking our friendship to find out if we could have
more?
    I didn’t know. Lucy obviously didn’t think so. But she only had
one head.
    And I had two.
    And two heads were supposed to be better than one.
    Plus, there was a stubborn, stupid school boy inside me that was
hell bent on getting my best friend to admit I was a great kisser and