Maddox and I will come visit. I love Maxine. Did you know that she can play video games? Martha told me she plays with people all over the world, and she wears a headset.
Hugh
You can’t make this shit up. How the fuck is a pig playing video games?
Brinkley
Maybe she thinks she’ll win over Cage with her mad Madden skills?
Cage
Let’s put our attention back on the interview. You’re going to do fine, Finny. Acting like you’re in love with your best friend won’t take any real skill, because I think your fake relationship is not fake at all. There. I said it.
Well, you’ve said it many times. Doesn’t make it true just because Cage Reynolds says it. Although, I’m sure Maxine, the pig who is currently imprinting on you, would listen to anything you had to say.
Georgia
Be honest, Finny. Have you never thought about being with Reese?
Reese is in love with Carl.
Hugh
I like the way you avoided that question.
Brinkley
I noticed that, too. Maybe Reese doesn’t know you’d be willing to date for real. I mean, your track record is a big red flag for someone who likes to be in committed relationships.
I wouldn’t even know how to date for real. And I’d never risk fucking up our friendship. We made a pact years ago not to cross the line.
Cage
Well, you’re now living together. The world thinks you’re dating. You both can’t seem to stay away from one another. I’d say the pact you made in middle school could be amended.
Like a friends with benefits amendment?
Hugh
She doesn’t strike me as a girl that would go for that deal. Although, she is technically single right now.
Brinkley
That’s a risky offer. I wouldn’t go there.
Georgia
Sex can make things very complicated.
Sex doesn’t have to be complicated. I think sex is fucking fantastic. And I haven’t had any for a long time.
Brinkley
TMI <puking face emoji>
Georgia
Maybe you should try to date her instead.
You can’t date someone who is actively trying to get back together with their ex-boyfriend. She isn’t looking for a replacement. I’m just the dude making the one that she actually wants jealous.
Cage
Show her what she’s missing.
Hugh
You’re Finn fucking Reynolds!
Georgia
Hell, yes.
Cage
I can’t do this. Maxine just bit my kneecap and squealed so loud I’m certain I have permanent hearing loss. Stop being a <cat emoji> and take a fucking risk for once in your life.
I hope Maxine broke skin and your kneecap falls off. I have to go. They’ll be here in five minutes.
A slew of texts came through, but I turned off my phone and slipped it into my back pocket.
“You almost done in there?” I called out to Reese, who was in my bathroom getting ready. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I loved having her here. Even if I had a chronic case of blue balls.
Reese had been working her magic on my house already. She’d found a bunch of pillows and a few throw blankets for the couch, along with sprucing up my bedroom. She’d hung curtains in the front room and dining room. There were fresh flowers in the kitchen and the family room, and her warmth was all around. She’d been online, ordering new light fixtures, which would arrive sometime next week.
“How do you feel? Are you nervous?” she asked me as she stepped out of the bathroom.
I looked up, and for a brief second, I was unable to speak, which had never happened to me. She looked fucking stunning.
Her hair was in a loose bun at the nape of her neck, with a few stray waves that had broken free, framing her pretty face. She wore a long floral dress that hugged her perfect tits and cinched at her tiny waist, and the full skirt ran down to her ankles. Her white cowboy boots peeked out at the bottom. I looked up just as her tongue swiped out and moved across her plump, pink, gloss-covered lips.
“Wow. You look gorgeous. But you can’t be licking your lips like that when they’re here.” I pushed to my feet, my eyes finding the tops of her breasts that were being pushed up by the dress.
Fuck me.
I was going to be hard as a rock the entire interview.
“What? My mouth is dry. I can’t lick my lips because you haven’t had sex in months and have a chronic erection?” Her eyes searched mine.
She really didn’t have a fucking clue just how sexy she was.
Because her pea-brained boyfriend had never let her know.
I moved toward her. My hand moved under her chin, turning her face so she was looking up at me.