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“Earth to Jenna,” she scoffed, and I forced myself to take my gaze off him once again to look at her.
Fuck…
She was glaring at me now, her arms crossed over her chest, and she had this glorious pout on her lips that said she was not happy with me, not even in the slightest bit.
Well, shit…
Maybe I was a horrible friend.
“Sorry. What were you saying? My head was somewhere else,” I said sheepishly. Then I smiled the kind of smile that only a best friend could get away with and she shook her head, but she grinned in return anyway.
“I asked if you were ready to go inside, and you completely ignored me,” she finally whined, and I nodded quickly.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” I replied as she stood up and stretched out her long, lean body, then bent down to pick up her towel.
“You okay?” she asked, and I nodded as we started to walk back to the patio door.
“Yeah, just tired. I didn’t sleep that well last night.”
“Well, maybe you should stop reading until the sun rises and it’s time for you to get up,” she laughed.
“Guilty as charged.”
It wasn’t true, at least not really. Well, maybe it was a little bit. I’d spent the night reading, just like she’d said, but it had turned into more than that. In every scene of the dark mafia romance I’d been working my way through, I kept imagining Vincenzo asthe lead and when I finally forced myself to go to bed, I felt so restless and aroused that I hadn’t been able to sleep.
So I’d touched myself.
All while thinking abouthim.
Wishing he was there running his fingers along my skin, and pressing soft kisses down the length of my body before he slid his undeniably large cock right between my legs.
Dammit…
God, this was all such a fucking mess.
Thankfully, it seemed like Bella hadn’t picked up on the fact that I’d zoned out again, but at least this time I’d managed to do it without looking straight at her father.
“Oh, did you hear about that guy from our class? What was his name?”
“What guy?” I asked, her question catching me off guard and immediately changing the direction of my thoughts, for which I was grateful even if she didn’t know it.
Small miracles, right?
“That guy that you had a crush on a few years ago. The one with the glasses,” she said, and I rolled my eyes.
I knew who she was talking about.
I might have had a crush on this boy named Ryan a long time ago, but I hadn’t really paid him any mind for a long while. He seemed too young, too immature, and he just seemed to pale in comparison to Vincenzo in every possible way.
Not that I should be comparing boys to Bella’s dad…
Whoopsies.
“You mean Ryan,” I offered lamely.
“Yeah, that guy,” she pushed, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
