Page 44 of Take My Love

“I was about to tell you, we could both go out and help each other. Since I need a date for the wedddin’ too, you be my wingman, and I’ll be your wing woman.”

Suspiciously, he raises his brows. “Youwanna helpme?”

“Why do you make it sound like I’m evil? You said you wanna be friends, right? And considerin’ I didn’t murder you this week, this is somethin’ friends would do for each other.”

He folds his arms, studying me. “And you’re not gonna tell these girls that I have a limp dick, suck in the sack, or like to be pegged?”

I give him my best suggestive eyes. “Doyou like to be pegged?”

“Hard pass…I’ll go alone.”

He walks away, but I quickly catch up to him.

“Oh, come on! This can be our firstroomienight out.” I use the same word he loves using but cringe a little when I do.

Not sure why I’m so hellbent on doing this with him, but maybe it’ll make the awkwardness go away. I’ll see him with other girls, he’ll see me with other guys, and it’ll be fine. We can be friends who live with each other and date other people.

Totally fine.

“Alright, but on one condition.” He stands with his broad chest puffed out.

“You’re givin’ me the condition?” I mock. “What is it?”

“We arrive together and we leave together, which means you don’t go home with anyone besides me.”

“Uh…” My tongue pokes the inside of my cheek. “I thought the point was?—”

“I don’t wanna worry about you at some random guy’s house neither of us knows. You’ll be my responsibility if we’re goin’ together.”

“I’m an adult, Silas. I can take care of myself.”

“Even when you’ve been drinkin’?”

“I’m not a child. I’ve gone out before…several times, in fact.”

“I don’t doubt that, but I’d rather you be safe. Plus, you should make a guy take you out before goin’ home with him.”

“What if I bring him to my place?”

“If I can’t bring people home, then neither can you. That rule should go both ways.”

“But it’smyhouse.”

“And our rooms are close enough for me to hear you moan, and if I hear you scream out another dude’s name, I’m kickin’ the door down and beatin’ his ass.”

“That sounds melodramatic.”

“Fair is fair, Posey. You either accept the terms or I’m findin’ a date on my ownandbringin’ her here.”

With a sigh, I give in to his stupid demands. “Fine, but you better not find me the nerdiest, dorkiest, lookin’ dude in the bar.”

“I thought you liked nerdy…” He waggles his brows.

And that’s exactly why I don’t anymore.

chapter eight

Silas