CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
“What took you so long out there? Talking to a guy?” He smiled when I walked into the kitchen.
“And do you think I would tell you if I was actually talking to a guy?” I questioned, leaning against the kitchen counter with my arms crossed.
“I’m your best friend now, ain’t I? You are supposed to be telling me all this s**t,” he smirked as stirred the chicken soup. He was not that bad of a cook, considering he had only managed to burn the onions a little. It could have been worse.
“As if you could tell me about your girls,” I rolled my eyes in amusement.
“Of course I could tell you. Like the other night when I was out, I met this gorgeous cheerleader and damn she had such a bangable body I wonder why I had never noticed her before. So we got together late
