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constantly going at it like animals.”
Although we sort of were. We had done exactly that earlier this morning.
Just as soon as the alarm went off. Both of us equally voracious and greedy
with each other the moment we had opened our eyes to a tangle of arms and
legs.
Only thinking about his hands and—
“Oh my gosh,” Rosie loud-whispered.
I zeroed back in on her and found her green eyes widening.
“You are thinking of it right now, aren’t you?”
I didn’t bother to deny it; she knew me well enough to catch me on a lie.
“In the office?” she gasped. “It’s only noon.”
“No,” I gasped back, although a spark ignited something low in my belly
at the thought of office sex. Damn, am I sex-crazed? “Back at his place.” I
shrugged my shoulders, unpacking the bagel we had grabbed on our way to
work. It felt weird, thinking of Aaron and me as a we who picked up lunch
and headed into work together. No, the flutter in my stomach didn’t say
weird. It said different. Light-headed, butterflies-in-my-tummy different.
She searched my face for a long moment, making me frown. Then, her
lips tugged up, breaking into a sunny grin. “Wow. You have it so bad.”
Maybe I do, I thought, biting into my bagel. “So, what did I miss,
Rosalyn?”
“Nuh-uh.” She popped open a metallic container, revealing a rice salad,
topped with some greens. “No time to talk about my boring life or work.
Things are the same. Start talking right freaking now, friend.” She dug a fork
into her food, a little too forcefully. “I want all the details. And don’t leave
out the cheesy, swoonworthy ones.”
My mouth opened with a complaint.
“Again, no. Don’t you even dare tell me there aren’t a few movie-worthy
moments because I’ll unfriend you.”
Plopping my bagel on the table, I sighed dramatically.
“Spill the beans, Catalina Martín.”
“Damn, since when are you this bossy?” I asked her right before she
pointed at me with her fork while she shot me a dagger or two with her eyes.
“Okay, okay.” I lifted my hands in the air, took a deep breath in, and then
started reciting every single thing that had gone down between Aaron and
me. Keeping the name of our soon-to-be boss out, just in case.
Once my friend was all caught up—and if her shit-eating grin was saying