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stomach was taunt, and her belly button looked cute, and
as fucked up as it was, a brief image of me licking her belly
button and her giggling flashed through my mind. My
mouth watered at the thought.
I shook my head and cursed myself. No, I couldn’t.
This was… not happening.
Never, fucking ever.
Even though it grew harder every year to remind myself
that we could only ever be friends and nothing more.
Every time she smiled at me, it became harder not to
kiss her.
Though, I had refused to admit that even to myself. I
refused to even entertain the idea of touching Lila in a
manner other than ‘friendly.’
But I was little drunk, and I couldn’t get the image out of
my head. She was standing in front of me with a crop top
and shorts that hugged her curvaceous ass like a second
skin, her pink lips glistening and her black hair falling over
her shoulders.
Lila looked like a Rated-R Snow White. I wanted to slide
between her thighs and make us both forget that we were
best friends.
No. FUUUCCCK. NO!
That was drunk me thinking of that shit. Sober Maddox
would never think of fucking his best friend, I told myself.
“Maddox, are you listening to me?” Her voice broke
through my burning thoughts.
I swallowed and forced myself to look away.
“Yeah,” I said, my voice deeper, hoping she didn’t notice
the way I strategically adjusted the pillow over my lap.
“Do you dare?” she asked cheekily.
I sighed, running my fingers through my short hair and
pulling on the strands. “This isn’t going to be fun, Lila.”
She was asking me to be her dance partner. I wasn’t
much of a dancer, but I wouldn’t say I completely sucked.
This was important to her; I was well aware of that fact.