Page 98 of The Lucky One

Now it was time to give him something in return for all the great things he had done for me.

“I saw Kiki today.”

“Oh... You did?” He let out a tired laugh.

“Yeah, she was my... gynecologist.”

Paul made a face combining shock and amusement. “Fuck, that must’ve been weird.”

“Weird doesn’t even cover it.” We both laughed, and I was thankful we were still able to because his laugh made my soul bounce. “I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but you should fight for her.”

Paul shook his head. “We literally just broke up, and you’re already trying to push me into the arms of another girl?” He laughed ironically, and I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh myself.

“Kiki is here now. And you aren’t using her if you let her get close to you.”

“I do like her,” he admitted.

“Then explore your feelings for her. You both deserve that.”

Paul suddenly smiled and nodded. “Heck this is weird, but okay. I’ll try.”

I smiled broadly, and Paul opened his arms for another hug. “It’s impossible not to be friends, you know? And I’m for real this time. Let’s be friends only.”

“Friends only sounds lovely.”

When we hugged, it felt different than it did before. It felt—easy. Exactly like I had dreamed about.

But there was something nagging in the pit of my stomach.

“Paul?” I whispered.

“Mm?”

“Do you think Jon will ever propose to me so I can stay?”

Paul squeezed my shoulder. “If he feels even a fraction of what I felt for you, I’m sure he will.”

I smiled. Paul was a good one, though not my lucky one.

But would my lucky one ever make me that lucky?

The Love Square

Kiki

Hannah burst into my room and belly flopped onto the bed with a groan. I closed my book and joined her. “What are you doing here?” I asked. It had been a while since she came over.

“Men suck!” Hannah declared into the pillow.

I grabbed the plush dog I got on my first day of school and hugged it to my belly. “Is everything okay with you and Brandon?”

Hannah turned her face sideways on the pillow. “We had a fight. Now everything’s doomed. It’s all downhill after the first fight...”

I swept a strand of hair out of her face. Her eyes were red and puffy. Paul was right: I shouldn’t have been so flippant about their honeymoon stage.

“Fights don’t always break a couple,” I said gently. “They can bring them closer too.”

Hannah propped herself up on her elbows, a skeptical look on her face. “Oh, like you and Jon?”