Page 5 of Curvy Perfection
“Well, I was talking to my friend.” She stopped, debating if she should say who it was.
“Bethany,” he said.
“How do you know she’s who I’m talking about?”
“You and her are always hanging out. You always have. It’s not hard to come to this conclusion.”
“Oh.” She was surprised he knew, but then again, she and Bethany had been friends since long before kindergarten even started. Their mothers had been best friends, and that friendship had developed between their daughters, which again is why they had the make-ahead Saturday.
She’d loved today, and tomorrow, she and Bethany would continue in the afternoon.
“What has Bethany said about a bet?” he asked.
“It’s … I didn’t know if you had started the bet or something like that.”
“You know, I didn’t think it was possible, but you have this talent, Kirsty, for making me so confused. What bet?”
“Ugh! Apparently, there has been a bet running since high school about you and I getting together. I didn’t know if you started it as a joke.”
Silence met her response.
She stared at his chest, and no, she wasn’t admiring the peek of bare flesh she got from the open shirt he wore. Ward was dressed in jeans, and he wore a flannel shirt, which was open, over a white vest. He’d not removed the flannel shirt, but that didn’t stop her from seeing some of his chest.
What the hell was the matter with her?
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t know about any kind of bet. Are you making this up? Trying to play a joke on me?”
“Me! Play a joke on you? You’re completely insane, Ward. I’m not the one who plays jokes. That is you. All you.”
“Oh, yeah, well, maybe if you had a sense of humor, I wouldn’t have to play jokes on you, to get you to actually laugh.” He took a step toward her.
Kirsty refused to back down, and she snorted. “Oh, please, I don’t need you to laugh. I laugh all the time, and it has absolutely nothing to do with you. You’re not even funny. You’re not anything that resembles a joke.”
She had no idea what she was saying, or what she was doing.
“Yeah, I think you’re lying about this bullshit bet. You and I … it was never going to happen. In your wildest dreams.”
“Trust me, Ward, you do not feature in any of my dreams. You’re not even a single thought in my head when I have … dreams.” She didn’t know what she was saying, as nothing was making sense to her right now.
She didn’t know how it had happened, but she suddenly stood toe to toe with her nemesis.
“Don’t worry, I know you couldn’t imagine having any kind of fun. You don’t want anything in a man. He must be boring as an old stick.”
“Yeah, and he certainly won’t be anything like you. I mean, what disease have you picked up lately!”
“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?”
Kirsty wasn’t quite sure how she got from insulting him to kissing him. One moment, they were glaring at each other, not a smile between them, and the next second, his lips were on hers.
She ran her hands up his chest, with every intention of pushing him away, but then she found herself moving up and then circling his neck, pulling him in close. She loved the feel of his hard body against hers. Sudden arousal hit her hard and fast, and then Ward moved his hands, and they started to travel down her body, going toward her ass. The moment he touched her, she let out a moan, and all he’d done was use her ass to draw her in close.
She felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her stomach, and she didn’t know what happened as they both broke apart. His lips were red and slightly swollen, and she had a feeling hers were also. She touched her lips, but then stopped herself.
Neither of them spoke for several minutes, just stood a few feet away from each other. The only sound in the room came from their panting.
Kirsty was trying to gain her composure. That was it, that was what she was doing.
“Good night,” Ward said.