“Have you kissed her yet?”
“Emery,” I groaned.
“Did you use tongue?”
“That’s it.” I tightened my arms around her and rolled onto my back. Her back stayed pressed to my chest while her bare legs flailed above her.
“What are you doing?” she giggled.
“Trying to get you to stop talking.”
She burst into full-blown hysterics which caused me to laugh. We’d done this long enough to know we needed to keep our voices low so my parents couldn’t hear us.
Eventually, our laughter subsided. But I had a good hundred pounds on her, so I knew she couldn’t get loose unless I relented. I did just enough for her to turn, twisting in my arms so she lay on top of me with her face mere inches from mine. This closeness was clearly natural for us. We’d shared a bed for six years.
But gone were the big awed eyes when she looked at me—like I was her very own knight in shining armor. Now her heavy-laden eyes showed want. Her unsteady breaths held need.
“If you don’t want to talk,” she said. “Is there something else you’d rather do?”
My dick sprang to attention, pressing itself between her thighs.
Fuuuuuck.
“Why haven’t you ever tried to kiss me?” she asked.
Unable to look her in the eyes, my head dropped to the side. “Emery.”
“I’m serious, Jordan. Aren’t you the least bit curious?”
“About what?”
“What it’d be like.”
I huffed, knowing I was in a no-win situation. This was my best friend. This was Emery.
“Well, aren’t you?” she persisted.
“I know what it’d be like,” I snapped.
“And what’s that?”
I looked back into her blue eyes, the ones I wished didn’t look so damn pretty gazing back at me. “Amazing.”