Trouble with the Fake Boyfriend (Rock Bottom #3) - Holly Renee Page 0,64
warm chest was against mine.
A very smooth chest, a very naked chest. I ran my fingers down his side to an also very naked hip. He let out a soft, sleepy groan and pulled me in tighter to him. Everywhere he touched, I could feel his skin.
“Wake up, sleepyhead.” I registered Kennedy’s voice about the same moment it clicked in my mind that we were each wrapped around each other completely naked. I reached for the blanket that was tangled at our feet, but it was too late. “Oh my God. Tucker, close your eyes.”
She slammed her hand down over Tucker’s eyes as she turned away from us, and I noted the large paper bag in Tucker’s hand.
“What are you doing here?” I quickly covered myself and Liam as he sat up with a chuckle.
“What am I doing here?” Kennedy shrieked. “What is he doing here? I thought my best friend was going to be all depressed and mopey this morning, so I brought you your favorite French toast from that café down the street, but apparently it’s not needed.”
I couldn’t stop smiling because she was such a good friend.
“Oh. It’s needed.” Liam tugged me harder into his side and nuzzled my neck. “We need fuel after last night.”
“Oh my God.” Kennedy peeked over her shoulder at us, and once she realized we were covered, she finally dropped her hand from Tucker’s face.
Liam’s hand was still holding my side, and he was rubbing his thumb over my bare skin. It made me want to jump him and feel panicky all at the same time.
I couldn’t believe he was here and that he loved me. I couldn’t believe that all of this was real.
Tucker set the bag down on the coffee table in front of us as Kennedy paced.
“So, what happened here?” She pointed between the two of us.
“Well, first I took off my shirt then…”
“That’s not what I mean and you know it. Is this a fling or?”
“It’s not a fling.” Liam’s answer was instant.
She put her hands on her hips as she studied him. “Then what are your intentions with my best friend?”
I couldn’t stop my small snort at how ridiculous she was being, but I also loved her for it. She was all I had, and she took that position very seriously.
“I intend to be naked with her a lot, so I would suggest you start knocking.”
Tucker chuckled, but Kennedy didn’t look nearly as pleased.
“And do you plan to date her while the two of you are getting naked?”
“Well, I love her, so I would say so.”
Hearing him say those words again felt unreal. Everything about this did.
Kennedy’s face immediately morphed into the biggest damn grin. “You love her?”
Okay. She was starting to embarrass me now. The way she said it was like she didn’t know her girl would ever find it.
“I do.” He, on the other hand, sounded like he had never been more sure of anything in his life.
“Oh my God.” She looked over at Tucker before grabbing his hands. “We should go. They clearly need some time alone.”
“You don’t have to leave.” Liam pinched me as I said it. Apparently, he was more than happy for them to give us some alone time.
Tucker pulled his keys from his pocket and dangled them in the air. “We could go defile Liam’s apartment for old time’s sake.” He nuzzled Kennedy’s neck as she laughed.
“Deal.”
They walked to the door as Liam huffed. “You all have your own damn house now. Go there.”
“It’s not as exciting.” Kennedy opened the door and pointed at the bag on the table. “I hope you enjoy my breakfast, Liam, but take your time.” She winked and we could hear them giggling out in the hallway.
“They’re going to destroy your apartment.” I couldn’t help laughing as I started pulling all sorts of delicious treats from the bag. Kennedy really did expect me to be depressed and moping.
“I don’t think they left a surface untouched before they moved out. I’m not too worried about it.”
I poured a small container of syrup over my French toast as I thought about my once prude best friend. “You might want to hire a cleaning service because Kennedy’s turning into quite the little freak.”
He laughed and dipped his finger into my syrup.
“Hey,” I said just as he ran that same finger over my bare shoulder.
Sticky syrup covered my skin, and I couldn’t look away as he used his tongue to clean it off me.