look. “Is Maddox’s dick finally sore enough you guys couldn’t go on anymore, or did you happen to run away?”
She knew me too well. I plopped down on the couch beside her and stole some popcorn from her bowl. Her casted leg was propped up on the coffee table and YOU, on Netflix, was playing on the TV. Riley was mildly obsessed with Joe Goldberg.
“Isn’t this your third time watching season one?”
“It’s my fourth now,” she mumbled around a mouthful on popcorn. “You were gone for a week, and I had nothing interesting to do. Joe entertained me.”
“I’d think Colton was entertaining enough.” I spared her a sideway glance, watching her reaction.
Her face hardened, and she munched angrily on her popcorn. “He’s an asshole.”
“An asshole who helped you,” I reminded her.
Colton wasn’t exactly the bad guy, but he was too much of a shithead. Riley barely tolerated him, and he was making it worse on himself by spouting bullshit half the time. Why couldn’t he just say something nice for once…?
I shook my head. He was friends with Maddox, after all. Those two were absolutely impossible to deal with.
I’m going to woo you. Romance with a side of dick.
Okay, maybe Maddox wasn’t too bad. He sure did romance pretty well… and he, of course, was efficient with his err, male appendage.
I pinched myself in my leg, shaking myself away from my daydream. This was exactly why I had to get away from Maddox. I couldn’t stop thinking about how good he felt between my thighs, on top of me, and how perfect his lips felt against mine.
“Who cares about Colton,” Riley paused, before turning on her side to face me. “I need to know what happened in Paris.”
Of course, I had been waiting for that question. The suspense was probably killing her, as it would have if I were in her place.
I cleared my throat, dragging my nails across my thighs. The expectant look on her face was making me nervous. “Paris was… something else.”
“You know damn well I’m not speaking about the city. What happened between you and Maddox?”
“He… well, we succumbed to the tension between us. It kinda just happened, without us really even realizing it. But it was too late then.”
I let out a soft sigh and closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the couch. “I wanted him; he wanted me. We’re both adults, who I guess, couldn’t keep their hands off each other.”
Riley was silent for a minute, soaking in my words. She shifted beside me, and I popped one eye open, as she drew closer to my side. “And now?”
Now?
My heart slammed against my rib cage and… forget butterflies, I had the whole damn zoo fluttering around in my stomach. “I guess, we’re dating?”
Her eyes narrowed on me. “Was that a question or a statement?”
I swallowed, feeling the lump in the base of my throat. I dare you to be my girlfriend, little dragon.
“I’m his girlfriend,” I finally confessed out loud.
Holy shit! I. Was. Maddox. Coulter’s. Girlfriend.
The realization finally hit me, like an arrow straight through my heart. My head swam, the room became blurry and the world tilted, catching me off balance.
“Lila? Lila!” Riley grabbed my elbow, and I realized she was shaking me. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”
“Maddox is my boyfriend,” I choked.
“Oh. It looks like it finally hit you,” she deadpanned, with a trace of humor.
“I lost,” I mumbled.
“Huh?”
“Remember when I first bumped into him at Berkshire? I told you I wouldn’t fall for his charms. So, I basically lost.” My head fell into my hands, and I sucked in a shaky breath.
Four years later… I had fallen hard for the Maddox Coulter. Star quarterback, reckless bad boy, infamous playboy. Who was once my nemesis but now my best friend.
Riley fell back against the couch, howling with laughter. Tears spilled down her cheeks, as she choked back on her maniacal laughter when I glowered. “Oh, shut up!”
“I’m sorry,” she wheezed. “But this is actually hilarious. I remember how stubborn you were. You were so determined not to fall for him. Remember those days? Ah, the good ole days.”
I shoved my middle finger in her face, and she laughed even harder. Rolling my eyes, I elbowed her in the ribs.
She gasped and then grinned. Mischief flashed in her wide grey eyes. “How’s the sex? Please tell me his dick game is as good as it has been hyped up to be.”