World's Worst Boyfriend: A Romantic Comedy Adventure (Fake It Book 3) Carina Taylor (the first e reader TXT) 📖

and pineapples until our tongues were numb, as we watched a regency-era show with an appropriate number of good-looking men in it.

We watched an entire episode, and when we started a second one, I turned to Andrea.

“Why haven’t you asked me a million questions yet?” I asked, pausing the show.

She looked at me in surprise. Then she popped another chunk of pineapple in her mouth. “Because you’re my friend. If you want to tell me about something, you will. If you don’t, then we’ll sit here and eat food and argue about which one of these celebrities will be our back-up husband.”

She stated it so casually, it made perfect sense. She wasn’t with me to get something from me. She was being a true friend. Supportive. Letting me share when I felt comfortable, even though I knew she was probably curious about Fletcher’s and my break-up.

“Why haven’t we been best friends?”

“I don’t know, I’m a catch,” she said as she shoved a jalapeño popper in her mouth.

I laughed. “Thank you for this. I hadn’t realized how much I needed a friend right now.”

“Any time. Except I’m not that good of a friend. I completely forgot dessert.”

“Oh, that is bad!” I gasped. “We should probably run to the store.”

“You’re right. Let’s go buy some chocolate bars.” She stood up. “Do you mind driving? My car is a disaster.”

I snagged my keys from the key hook above my entry table. “Yes, let’s take mine.”

After spending far too long at the grocery store deliberating over candy types; we pulled back into my driveway ready to devour our purchases.

“Where did I set that candy bar?” Andrea asked as I shut off the car.

“How in the world did I lose that? It was in my hand!” she asked as she looked around on the floorboards.

“Maybe it fell into the crack of the seat. I’ll come around to that side and help you look.” I climbed out of the car and walked around to the passenger side as Andrea jumped out. She spun around to look under the seat.

“Umm, I think I found it,” I said as I pointed to it.

The chocolate candy bar was stuck to the back of her pink leggings.

“Where?” She spun around and looked intently at the ground.

“Why don’t you just—” I tried to reach around her and grab it. But she moved and I ended up hitting the door.

“Where is that thing? I swear, the diet gods orchestrated this moment.” She wailed in an overly dramatic fashion, and I dissolved into another round of laughter.

“It’s stuck to the back of you!”

“Oh gosh. I’ve hit an all-time low.” She sighed and stood up straight. She spun around. “Do you mind?”

“No problem.” I reached forward and pulled the candy bar free. Except it had melted, and when I pulled it away, chocolate oozed out all over my hand and the back of her pants. “No! I’ve ruined your pants!”

Now Andrea was doubled over with laughter. We were both worthless in a chocolate-stuck-to-your-butt situation.

“Come on, I’ll grab you a new pair of pants.” We stumbled up the porch steps between rounds of laughter.

“I really sat in it this time, didn’t I?” Andrea laughed.

Tears ran down my face as I struggled to stick the key into the lock with my clean hand. I finally managed to catch the lock and open the door.

With a laugh, we came tumbling into the house, chocolate bar melted all over Andrea’s butt and my hand.

“How is there that much chocolate everywhere? It wasn’t that big of a candy bar!” I asked as I walked into the kitchen, heading straight for the paper towels.

I stopped short when I saw Fletcher standing at the bar. There were several tools and hardware pieces sitting on my counter. He held a screwdriver in one hand.

“Wha—what’s going on?” I asked.

“I noticed your lock wasn’t catching this morning, so I stopped by to replace it real quick. Hey, Andrea, how’s it going?”

Andrea glanced at the chocolate smeared in my hand and then busted into a laugh. “It’s going great, Fletcher. But I’d better get home. I think I’ve had all the fun I can handle in a night.”

Her giggle made me laugh, and then there was no stopping us again. We stood there laughing our heads off while Fletcher watched in concern.

“Should I have brought a couple of straitjackets?”

“Stop! You’ll only make us laugh more!” Andrea told him. With a loud sigh, she scooped up her purse and headed to the door. “I’ll talk to you soon, Saidy. Don’t be a stranger.”

I gave her a hug, careful to not get the chocolate in her hair. “Text me so I know you made it home safe.”

“I will. Bye!” She gave Fletcher a wave and headed out the door.

I spun around and stalked toward him.

“How did you get in my house again?”

He smiled with one corner of his mouth. “Oh, I didn’t break in, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He lifted his hand, dangling my house key between his thumb and index finger.

I held my palm out and motioned for him to hand it over.

His large hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling my hand toward his face. He planted a warm kiss against the inside of my clean palm. “You’re so cute.”

He pocketed the key, and then picked up a paper towel off the counter, wrapping a hand around my other wrist, tugging me close, as he lifted my chocolate-smeared hand to his face level.

A flick of my wrist and I could smear the chocolate on his chin.

He must have read the temptation in my eyes, because he tightened his hold on my wrist and clicked his tongue. “Don’t even think about it.”

To my surprise, he leaned down and pressed his mouth against my palm, sucking the chocolate off my skin. His warm breath blew across the inside of my wrist as he devoted himself to his task. Warmth turned to hot as I leaned closer. Each movement of his lips built the