Chapter 4

TWO DAYS LATER

Taking a deep breath, I knock on her door. I haven’t seen or spoken to her since that night. I can’t figure out what the fuck that was about. All my calls and texts have been ignored. We normally drive to work together, but she was gone before I woke up both days, and I am done with this shit. She’s my girl, and I don’t want anything between us.

“Come in,” she says. She’s lying in bed when I push her door open.

“I’ve come with a peace offering,” I say, holding up the pint of chocolate ice cream in one hand and a teddy bear in the other. I look over to her window seat. Over the years, I’ve bought her fifty or so teddy bears, and she’s kept them all. She smiles at me and sits up. She makes a grabby hands motion and I come into her room.

“What’s this one’s name?” she asks. I’ve named all the damn bears. I bought the first one when I was thirteen. My first job cutting a neighbor lady’s grass, and I spent all the money to buy her a teddy bear for Valentine’s Day. That was Jasper, a hot pink bear with red paws. He’s on the window seat.

“Maverick,” I say, having given it a lot of thought.

“I love him. Thank you.” She takes him from me and squeezes him tight. It’s our ritual. She’ll even sleep with him for a few nights before he takes his place with the others. I hand her the ice cream and a spoon. She rips the lid off and digs in, making a distracting moan when she tastes it.

“Now, do you want to tell me what that was all about? You know I’d never fuck some bar skank, don’t you?” I never would, especially not after I was balls deep in the perfection she hides between her thighs. She nods, sucking on the spoon. Fuck, she’s trying to kill me. She knows what she’s doing. Doesn’t she?

“Hormones,” she says, shrugging as if that answer will keep me from asking any more questions.

“Ah,” I say. She’d be right, except I know she’s lying. Not only is it not time for that, but I also haven’t seen tampons on the grocery list in months. She hates grocery shopping. I do it, and I’d do anything for her. Buying tampons is nothing. “We need to talk about that night, May.”

“Do we?”

“You know we do.”

“Okay. Fine. It’s hard for me.”

“How so?”

“I don’t know where we stand.”

“We stand where we’ve always stood.”

“Oh. I see.”

“I don’t think you do,” I say, coming closer to her. I take the ice cream from her and set it down on her nightstand.

“I do, Logan. You don’t want to ruin our friendship. I get that. Neither do I.”

“Oh, baby. We are more than just friends. We always have been. Why do you think neither of us ever dated? Why do you think you were pure for me? Why do you think my cock never slid into another pussy? We were meant for each other. Allow me to show you how good it will be between us.”

“How?”

“Date me.”

She doesn’t say anything, scaring me, surely she won’t turn me down. I know she loves me; even is she’s never said the fucking words…