Page 263 of One More Kiss
I drag my fingertips down the screen where Colton’s cheek is, then let my arm drop to my side. If only he looked at me as something other than a friend. “I know what you’re doing, Allie and it’s not going to work. Have you seen the women he dates? They’re flawless and beautiful. I’m… just me.”
Hailey snorts. “You can’t be serious, Skye. Those women use makeup and filters to look that way. You don’t even need to try to look gorgeous, which I hate to admit pisses me off a little.”
“Do you know how many times Colton and I have fallen asleep on the couch together or shared a bed?” I ask. “And not once did he touch me in a way that would have me believe he was attracted to me.” Not that I didn’t fantasize about his hands on my body and some of those fantasies were pretty hot. But that’s all they were, my fantasies.
Joselyn bounces on the couch and claps her hands. “Ooh. I have an idea!” Based on the look in Joselyn’s eyes, she was about to suggest something that I wasn’t going to like. “There’s a way you can find out how Colton feels about you without having to outright ask him.”
I close my eyes and release a breath. Now I know I’m not going to like her idea.
“Flirt with him,” Joselyn continues. “But not in an obvious way.”
“And how do I flirt without being obvious?”
Joselyn stands and edges her way around the coffee table until she’s standing in front of me. “When you talk to him, drag your hand down his arm. Find excuses to touch him. When you walk, sway your hips a little like this.”
Hailey snarls from her spot in the middle of the floor, when Joselyn kicks her leg out of the way and proceeds to walk the length of the living room like it’s a catwalk. Joselyn spins and lowers her eyes before glancing up at me with a slow smile.
“Wow. That was actually hot, Jos. But I’m not doing it.” I plop down onto the couch and tuck my knees under my chin. “Colton would know that something was up. I’m not a flirter and you know I’m horrible at it. I’ve tried and I ended up looking like I was constipated.”
“Gross analogy, Skye,” Hailey says, her face scrunched in disgust.
“Just stating the facts, Hale.” I shrug and accept another glass of wine from Joselyn. I know I’m going to have the hangover from hell in the morning, but all of this talk about Colton has my anxiety creeping to the surface.
From the corner of my eye, I catch Allie staring at me. I glance over and find her biting her lip, then she drops her gaze to her phone. Allie hesitates a moment before her fingers tap against the screen. When she’s done, she huffs out a breath, lifts her eyes to me and smirks.
I am about to ask her what she’s up to when she throws a piece of popcorn at me. I narrow my eyes at her, before I pluck it off my shirt and pop it in my mouth.
“Believe me, Hailey,” Allie says. “Skye is not lying about the constipated face. I witnessed that disaster firsthand years ago. Maybe fate will intervene someday with you and Colton. Until then, let’s all finish drooling over this magnificent specimen together. I didn’t think it was possible, but it looks like his six-pack has turned into an eight-pack since I last saw him with his shirt off.”
I hit play on the remote, but for once I couldn’t focus on Colton. I am too distracted by Allie. She gave up on that conversation way too easily and she isn’t one to leave things in the hands of fate. She is plotting something, and I hope it doesn’t involve Colton and me.
