“Nope.” I grinned and pushed her away.
“Rhett!” Her voice was more adamant and she grabbed my arm with both of her hands. “Come on.” She moved even closer to me and I felt her br**sts pressing lightly against my shoulder.
Knock knock.
“What’s going on in here?” Linda walked through the door without waiting for an answer.
“Hey Linda.” Clementine moved away from me slightly. “I’m just trying to get the remote from Rhett. We’re about to watch a movie.”
“In your room?” Linda looked at the two of us and her eyes narrowed.
“Yeah,” Clementine answered her, not noticing the look Linda was giving us.
“You wanted something, Linda?” I looked at Clemetine’s roommate and gave her a smile. Linda was one of those girls that was mad at the world for everything, but she always seemed to soften when I turned on the charm. I knew she had a thing for me. She made it pretty obvious, but I had absolutely no interest in her.
“I was just wondering what’s going on.” She smiled at me and batted her eyelashes. “I heard Clemmie squealing, so I wanted to make sure she was okay.”
“I’m fine.”
“You guys can watch the movie in the living room if you want.”
“We’re fine in here.” Clementine responded.
“Hmm.” Linda paused. “Are you sure you guys want to watch it in here? Your bed is so small.” She looked at us. “Plus, it’s a little weird. People might get the wrong idea if they knew you guys watched movies in bed together.” She made a face. “And that he stayed over so much. Not that it’s my business, but it’s weird that you guys share the bed if you’re not hooking up.”
“We’ve been friends for almost fifteen years, Linda.” Clementine sighed. “We’ve shared baths before.”
“Not recently?” Linda’s eyes widened in shock.
“Well, if you count last month as recent.” I spoke up and smiled wickedly.
“What?” Linda gasped and Clementine hit me in the arm.
“Rhett’s joking, Linda.” She laughed. “We haven’t had a bath together since we were little kids.”
“I can still remember it like it was yesterday though.” I winked at Linda and I watched as her face went red.
“Well, you know...” She swallowed. “If you ever want to you know,” She smiled at me suggestively. “Just let me know.”
“I will.” I winked at her and watched as her face went bright red. It never failed to amaze me how easily it was to bring a woman to her knees. It didn’t matter how shady she thought you were. Flirt, give her a sexy smile, and bam, all other thoughts went out of her head.
“Night, Linda.” Clementine’s voice was dry as she dismissed Linda from the room.
“Oh, night.” Linda looked frustrated as she left the room and I felt Clementine staring at me as I lay back.
“What?” I questioned her.
“Why do you flirt with her when you know you’re not interested?”
“It makes her feel good.” I shrugged. “What’s wrong with that?”
“It makes her feel like she has a chance.” She sighed. “It’s mean.”
“How is that mean?”
“Because she doesn’t have a chance.”
“Well you never know...” I let my voice trail off and she hit me in the shoulder.
“You’re gross.”
“Hmm, I prefer easy.”
“You prefer to be called easy?”
“I prefer to be called hot, but hey we can’t always have what we want.” I ran my fingers through my hair. “I can’t help it if all the girls want me.”
“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes and grabbed the remote out of my hands. “Who’s hot now?” She giggled as she scrolled through the movies.
“I let you get it.” I shrugged and watched her laughing. I smiled as I leaned back and glanced at the wall again. I was grateful that Clementine hadn’t asked me about my mother and my feelings. It had been years since I’d seen her and I hated talking about her. Clementine knew that it was something that I wasn’t ready to really discuss. I appreciated the fact that she respected my wishes and I was grateful that she could always make me smile. “You can choose the movie.” I said finally. “Just please please please, nothing with Channing Tatum.”
“What?”
“I’ll never be able to remove those moves from ‘Magic Mike’ from my brain.” I shivered and made a face. “I don’t want to watch a movie about male strippers.”
“Yet you were fine with watching ‘Showgirls’.” She rolled her eyes again.
“Uh, yeah. Hot topless women, having sex in the bar and the pool is fine with me any day of the week.” I licked my lip. “Shoot, I’d love to have sex in the pool.”
“Rhett.” She groaned.
“Fine, we won’t talk about sex, but if you play a chick flick I will proceed to tell you all about the time I had sex at the movie theater and...”
“Stop.” She slapped her head to my lips and gave me a look. “We might be best friends, but I do not want to know all of your intimate details.”
“But that’s part of the fun of being best friends.” I grinned and licked her hand. I laughed as she yelped and pulled her hand away.
“You’re gross.” She rolled her eyes and I laughed. I jumped off of the bed and pulled my jeans and t-shirt off and jumped back on the bed, wearing just my boxer shorts.
“You’re way too comfortable with me, Rhett.” She shook her head as she stared at my naked chest.
“What?” I laughed and stretched. “You’ve seen me in boxers before.”
“I know.” She sighed. “But I was thinking about what Linda said. Don’t you think it’s weird that we still have sleepovers?” She paused. “And the fact that you sleep in only your boxers?”
“It would be weird if you were naked.” I shrugged. “But, seeing as you’re wearing shorts and a tank top, it’s not really that weird is it?” I ignored the fact that my body was reacting to her in a way that was definitely not platonic.
“I guess.” She sighed and nibbled on her lower lip.
“What is it?” I asked her softly.
“I just,” She sighed and continued nibbling. “I just don’t know if we’re giving people the wrong impression.”