Page 63 of Ruin The Friendship
What I want to do is stomp my foot like a bratty toddler. Instead, I shake out my hands and point to a bell-shaped cookie I decorated beautifully. “This one would win.”
Fletcher laughs. “Yeah, it totally would.”
As time passes, the heat between my thighs does too. Once everything is cleaned and the cookies are put away in containers, Fletcher holds out his hand.
“I think we had a very successful second date,” he muses as I take his palm in mine.
I hum, still a little peeved about the fact that he didn’t kiss me.
“Think I can ask you for a third one?” he asks, his voice hesitant.
“Depends. Will you kiss me if I say yes?” I tilt my head in question as I stare at him.
He breaks out into raucous laughter. “Nope. You aren’t going to break me. I’ve got a plan.”
“Fine. Yes, you can ask me for a third one, but only if you promise not to fuck me and ghost me after.”
His green eyes flare with heat, and his thumb and pointer finger tilt my chin. God, is this what he looks like when he’s about to fuck you? My knees tremble, my core bursting into flames with theintensity of his gaze.
Fletcher’s voice drops low. “Don’t make jokes about him.”
“Okay,” I mumble, my mouth dry.
The heat slowly fades as Fletcher straightens, the half-smile I love coming back onto his lips.
“Would you like to go on a third date, Lydia?” he asks earnestly.
“Yes, I very much would,” I blurt, doing my best to shake off the heated moment.
The smile he gives me makes my panties wet. “Thank you.”
He squeezes my hand and walks me down the hall to my bedroom. When we stand outside my bedroom door again, I’m not wishing for a kiss anymore; now, I’m simply waiting for whatever perfect moment he has planned.
“Good night, Lydia.” Fletcher lifts my wrist to his lips, kissing my rapidly thrumming pulse point. He drops my wrist, leaving me yearning for more, and pulls me in for a long, tight hug before letting me go and stepping to his own door.
“Good night, Fletcher.”
My knees are weak as I go into my room, my stomach swooping, and my mind spiraling. Holy mother of god.
28
OPERATION RUIN THE FRIENDSHIP
Fletcher
*Sends photo of gingerbread men*
Calvin
What the heck are those?
Grace
Aww did you guys have your baking date tonight?
Fletcher
Yep. It was great.
