At the time, he'd said that he was trying to make me feel better.
Well, hell, all men knew that getting your dick suckedwouldimprove your night drastically, and it sure as hell had seemed like he was about to do something along those lines. But there was a limit to how good a friend could be before crossing over into justwanting to suck dick.Right?
Following Ryan's gaze, Ollie caught sight of me next as I forced my legs to move me toward the pool table.
“Hey, Kam!” he said coming forward and clapping my hand in greeting. “What are you having?”
“A Heineken,” I said automatically.
“Roger.”
He took off to get me a pint before I even reached the others.
“Hey man,” Dave said, coming to stand next to me but watching with hawk eyes while Ryan bent low over the table to take his shot. “You want in on the next game?”
“Yeah, I'm in.”
“Nice,” he said and clapped when Ryan's shot missed, immediately moving around the table to pick his next angle.
Finally, Ryan came over to stand next to me and bumped his shoulder to mine in greeting.
“He's so damn competitive,” he said loud enough for Dave to hear. “There's no money on the table Dave, calm down.”
Dave ignored him, choosing his angle carefully, and Ryan glanced over at me, searching my face before looking away.
“You good?” he asked.
“Peachy.”
His lips quirked. He glanced at me again, and my stomach squirmed with nerves. Jesus. What did that look mean? And whydid hestillsmell so fucking good?! Seriously, I was going to have to have a word with him. It was like he wastryingto seduce me.
Wait.
Seduce me?
Was that what I thought was happening? That I was getting seduced?By Ryan?!
My brain could barely even process that one. I'd never been into any guys before and despite what had happened last weekend, I wasn't about to get seduced by one. Let alone my BFF.
No matter how good he smelled.
And he isn't trying to seduce you!I told myself. He had just been drunk and panicked because I was crying like a girl. And so, he did what he thought would make me stop. And hell, it had worked, right?
“Here, bud.”
“Oh, thank god,” I sighed at Ollie's appearance at my side with a drink for each of us.
“Yeah, it was that kind of week,” he agreed.
I took a long gulp of my pint, gratefully.
“I thoughtIwas supposed to coveryourdrinks tonight,” I reminded him.
Ollie shrugged.
“Maybe next time,” he said.
I didn’t argue.
