Comfort Zone
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My eyes light up. “Where your Dad proposed to your Mom.”
He nods. “We thought it was a nice way of having him there.”
Brooke smiles and kisses Jake, then turns to Liam and me.
“I have to go and let my family know what’s going on,” she apologizes. Then she glances at me. “I just wanted to thank you, Becca. Without you…” She shakes her head, overcome with emotion. “Just know that I really appreciate it.” She looks at Jake. “You’re staying here?”
He looks at me. “Want to go for a walk?”
“Sure, I’ll just get my jacket.”
“So…” I clench my arms across my waist as we walk around the pool. I’m not really cold, it just seems like a better option than having them dangling there, because we still haven’t spoken about the emails. “You read the emails.”
He nods. “I read them. Though I wrote them, remember? It wasn’t really necessary for me to read them.”
“Jake, I’m so sorry,” I blurt out. “I understand if you can’t be friends with me anymore. I never should’ve betrayed your privacy and your trust—Well, actually, I’m glad I did, and I’d probably do it again,” I admit.
“Becs,” Jake says, his eyes sparkling. “Shut up.”
He puts his hand out, taking mine in his. I frown and study his face, but I don’t trust myself to guess what he’s thinking, because I’m shit at reading people.
“I’m glad you did it. So thank you,” He smiles at me.
I must be hearing things.
“What?”
“That email account never even crossed my mind,” he admits. “If it had, I’d have done the same thing in a heartbeat.”
“You would?” I could cry, I’m that relieved. Thank fuck for that.
“Yes.” He laughs and sits down near the edge of the pool. I do the same, rolling up my jeans to dip my feet in. “You know the thing that really got to me? You were willing to risk our friendship to try and save my relationship. That’s incredibly selfless. There’s a reason I was in love with you for so long,” he murmurs.
“I’m just relieved you don’t hate me.” I pause. “Or love me, for that matter.”
He laughs and wraps his arm around me. I smile, because it feels good to have my friend back. I rest my head on his shoulder and sit there with him for what feels like ages, until his phone rings. He pulls it out of his pocket.
“Mom. I better take this.” He gets to his feet and then helps me up. “Maybe we can catch up next week, the four of us?”
“I’d like that,” I say.
Yawning, I shove my hands into my pockets and walk back inside. I’m glad they were able to work things out. I’m even happier that Jake is so understanding. I get out my key and walk inside, locking the door behind me this time. I look around the empty room and laugh.
“Are you in here?” I say with a laugh.
“Bathroom,” he replies.
“Again?” I giggle and walk over to the chair and sit down. “Maybe I should be getting my own room.”
Then the music starts. My eyes widen, because blasting out of the tiny speaker, connected to Liam’s phone is “I’m Too Sexy.” By Right Said Fred. I clap my hands over my mouth, my eyes darting to the bathroom door when it flings open.
Liam struts out, wearing a pair of very tight Y fronts and…
Yep. A Sombrero.
I double over, laughing so hard I nearly wet myself. His expression is so serious as he saunters around the room, stopping every few steps to pose. The song finishes too soon, but I’m still laughing. Liam walks toward me, his eyes sparkling.
“Well?” he prompts, pointing to the sombrero. “What did you think?”
“What…” I shake my head. “What was that?”
“An apology,” he suggests. He takes my hand, lacing his fingers around mine. “I should have told you about Dad. I wish I could go back and fix it, but I can’t. I just hope you can forgive me.”
“I already have,” I say, kissing him. I study the sombrero for a moment, my smile widening.
“Wait a second, is that…”
“The one from the club?” he nods, adjusting it. “Yep. Don’t even ask how much I had to pay them to get them to sell it,” he adds.
Liam winks at me, then he casually wanders over to his phone.
“No,” I warn him, even before it starts playing.
“Oh, come on.” He walks back over to me, his blue eyes shining. “I thought you were a wild, the girl who will do anything.”
I very reluctantly let him strip me. He gathers the hem of my sweater and lifts it over my head. He kisses me and then slowly unzips my jeans, before yanking them down. I giggle, clutching onto his shoulders as he crouches in front of me to help get my feet through the holes of my jeans.
“If you do one little dance for me,” he begins.
I groan as he pushes aside my panties and thrusts his tongue inside me.
“Then I’ll fuck you so hard with my tongue, you won’t be able to walk for an entire week.”
Oh God.
“Now...” He stands up, takes the sombrero off his head and places it on mine.
He nods confidently, then spins me around and slaps me hard on the ass.
“Off you go,” he orders. “Let me see you shake that little tush of yours on the catwalk.”
THE END
EPILOGUE
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Don’t Go There
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Helping Lily sneak into her ex’s wedding was a huge mistake.
I should’ve at least confiscated her phone first.
When she looked up at me and muttered the word ‘oops,’ I knew she’d done something big, like sent him a text, confessing her love, or asked to see him before the wedding. It never even entered my head that what she’d done might involve me.
I should’ve deleted that video the moment she took it, because alcohol and I aren’t a good mix. All it took was two drinks for my clothes to come off and the twerking to begin.
I thought I rocked it.
Her entire contact list now has proof that I didn’t.
The next thing I know, Adam Jenkins is at our door. I haven’t seen him in ten years, but that little smirk tells me he hasn’t changed at all.
A three-day road trip with my heartbroken best friend and the guy I can’t stand?
This is going to be fun.
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