The Spanish Love Deception

Chapter 164

“It’s really windy today, okay?” I passed my hands down my chestnut locks, trying to tame them. I

lowered my voice. “It’s not like we are constantly going at it like animals.”

Although we sort of were. We had done exactly that earlier this morning. Just as soon as the alarm

went off. Both of us equally voracious and greedy with each other the moment we had opened our eyes

to a tangle of arms and legs.

Only thinking about his hands and—

“Oh my gosh,” Rosie loud-whispered.

I zeroed back in on her and found her green eyes widening.

“You are thinking of it right now, aren’t you?”

I didn’t bother to deny it; she knew me well enough to catch me on a lie.

“In the office?” she gasped. “It’s only noon.”

“No,” I gasped back, although a spark ignited something low in my belly at the thought of office sex.

Damn, am I sex-crazed? “Back at his place.” I shrugged my shoulders, unpacking the bagel we had

grabbed on our way to work. It felt weird, thinking of Aaron and me as a we who picked up lunch and

headed into work together. No, the flutter in my stomach didn’t say weird. It said different. Light-

headed, butterflies-in-my-tummy different.

She searched my face for a long moment, making me frown. Then, her lips tugged up, breaking into a

sunny grin. “Wow. You have it so bad.”

Maybe I do, I thought, biting into my bagel. “So, what did I miss, Rosalyn?”

“Nuh-uh.” She popped open a metallic container, revealing a rice salad, topped with some greens. “No

time to talk about my boring life or work. Things are the same. Start talking right freaking now, friend.”

She dug a fork into her food, a little too forcefully. “I want all the details. And don’t leave out the cheesy,

swoonworthy ones.”

My mouth opened with a complaint.

“Again, no. Don’t you even dare tell me there aren’t a few movie-worthy moments because I’ll unfriend

you.”

Plopping my bagel on the table, I sighed dramatically.

“Spill the beans, Catalina

Martín.”

“Damn, since when are you this bossy?” I asked her right before she pointed at me with her fork while

she shot me a dagger or two with her eyes. “Okay, okay.” I lifted my hands in the air, took a deep

breath in, and then started reciting every single thing that had gone down between Aaron and me.

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Once my friend was all caught up—and if her shit-eating grin was saying anything, she was more than

satisfied with what she had heard—I snatched back my bagel and resumed my lunch.

“Fuck, Lina,” she said through her ear-to-ear smile.

I flinched. “Rosalyn, did you just swear”—I blinked—“while grinning like a Cheshire cat?”

“Fuck yes, I did, you goddamn idiot.”

Jaw hanging open, I watched her look around, lifting the few things we had lying on the table and

putting them right back where they had been, an unconvinced expression on her face.

“What the hell are you doing?” My throat worked, trying to pass down my bagel.

“Looking for something I can throw at your head,” she answered nonchalantly. But that grin was still

there.

Is this angry Rosie? It was unsettling.

“Maybe if I did, I’d knock some sense into your hard head. Although from what you are telling me, you

are not only stubborn, but also pretty darn blind. So, really, I am at a loss here. I just want to smack you

and see what happens.”

My mouth snapped shut. “Smack me? That’s where your loyalty lies, so-called friend?”

She leveled me with a look that immediately sobered me up. “Lina.”

As I released a breath, my shoulders fell with defeat. “I know, okay? I deserve some of that smacking.”

I knew how fucking dumb I had been. How blind and stubborn. I knew she was right. But I was also

starting to understand what I felt for Aaron and how big and scary it was. “Rosie, I think … no. I know

that I—”

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