HORNY FOR MY BESTIE
Lexi
I swear, the wine was supposed to be the dangerous one that night. Not the slow song playing in the background. Not Damon’s hand when he held my waist. Definitely not the way he said my name like he was tasting it for the first time.
The party was loud and stupid, some mutual friend’s birthday thing neither of us wanted to attend. I was three glasses deep, barefoot in the living room because my heels had betrayed me hours ago, when the music suddenly changed to slow and sexy. The kind of song that belongs in a dark bar, not a crowded apartment.
Damon appeared beside me like he always does when I’m about to do something dumb. “You good, Lexi?”
“Perfect,” I lied, grinning up at him. Ten years of friendship and he still saw through my bullshit in half a second.
