Say You Love Me(15)

“Yeah, why?” I asked softly as he stopped right in front of me.

“You have a funny look on your face,” he said as he looked down at me, his eyes glittering.

“What do you mean funny?” I asked and wondered if he knew that I was staring at his magnificent body and drooling. Oh, my God, please don’t let him know that I’m staring at his chest and towel and hoping that I can see what’s beneath the towel.





Chapter 6





Cody



I stood in front of Sally, her mouth slightly open, and I had the wickedest thoughts. I stared at her soft pink lips and all I wanted was to tell her that if she leaned forward, she could put her lips to work. I wanted to groan out loud as I stood there. I wasn’t even sure why I’d come over to the couch. Maybe it was the way she’d looked at me when I’d walked into the room. She’d been shocked I’d come straight from the shower. I had to admit I wanted to see her reaction, and then when I’d stretched and my towel had slipped, her eyes had widened and I’d almost laughed. She had definitely thought that the towel was going to drop and she was going to get a view. I wonder what she would have done? I shook my head slightly. I shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts. It was improper. She was Mila’s best friend and I’d known her for years. She wasn’t like other girls. I couldn’t just expect her to get on her knees and pleasure me and be okay with that.

“Hello, earth to Cody?” She jumped up and tapped me on the shoulder. “You okay?” Her big brown eyes glanced into mine.

“Yeah, why?” I could feel heat where she’d touched my skin, her fingers warm and smooth on my skin.

“I asked you a question and you just spaced out.” She blinked at me. “So I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I was just thinking about your horrible taste in breakfast foods.” I winked at her and she laughed. I grinned then, and reached over and brushed a piece of hair away from her eyes, unable to stop myself. “Sorry, you had hair in your eyes,” I said to her as she stared at my hands in a confused way. “I didn’t want you to get blinded.”

“Thanks for thinking of me,” she said with a small smile and she took a step back. I thought about really trying to shock her, but then decided not to. Why play with fire? If there was only one woman in the world who was off-limits, that wasn’t so bad. I knew Mila would kill me if I messed around with Sally and then moved on. That would just be awkward for all of us. Plus, I knew Sally had had a crush on me when we were younger. I wasn’t sure if she did anymore, but I knew I wasn’t looking for anything serious. There would be nothing worse than us hooking up and then her expecting something that I wasn’t ever willing to give.

“Any time.” I nodded and stepped back. “Okay, I’m going to go and change.”

“Okay,” she said and sat back on the couch. I stared down at her for a few seconds, her eyes meeting mine innocently as she sat there. I studied her face for a few seconds and it suddenly hit me that she really was quite beautiful. My heart stopped for a second and I felt confused. What did I care if she was beautiful? There were many beautiful women in the world. Many beautiful women that it would be a lot less complicated to mess around with.

“I’ll be sitting here, patiently waiting,” she said with another smile, a wider one this time.

“Good,” I said with a nod and walked out of the room, wondering why all of a sudden I felt so pleased. I walked to my room and frowned as I opened my bedroom door. There was something about Sally that was starting to get to me and I really didn’t like that. Not at all.



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“Chocolate chip and blueberry pancakes?” I laughed as Sally eagerly scarfed down her maple-syrup-covered pancakes. “I’ve seen everything now.”

“Try some—they’re delicious.” She grinned at me through her bites.

“I think I’m okay. I don’t need diabetes.”

“Blueberries won’t give you diabetes.” Her eyes twinkled as she continued eating.

“No, but the chocolate and syrup will.” I laughed as I dug into my spinach and feta cheese omelet. I took a bite of my whole wheat toast and watched as Sally made a face at my plate. I laughed as she licked her lips and her tongue darted out to get a drop of syrup that had run down her chin.

“Delicious,” she said again, as she paused to take a sip of her coffee. I just stared at her as she drank, and then looked around the diner we were in. There were families all around us, little kids laughing with happiness, parents struggling to stay awake, waitresses bustling around hoping to make big tips, elderly couples enjoying each other’s company and the discounted meal, and while the feeling of being part of a more mainstream setting would have made me uncomfortable in most instances, at this moment I didn’t mind. I was happy. I was having fun. Being with Sally was easy. I wasn’t sure why I’d never really realized that before. In all our years of being friends, or rather, all the times she’d been best friends with Mila, I’d never really seen her as more than another annoying, yappy girl. Though sometimes I had appreciated her beauty and sexy ass.

“So what exactly did you and Mila want to talk to me about?” I asked her as I remembered that this was meant to have been a joint breakfast—that Mila had called me yesterday, urging me to meet her and Sally for breakfast because they wanted to talk.