Always Remember

don’t know what this is.”
    “ What what is?”
    I sigh, leaning my head back on the sofa. “I told her I wanted her, right? Not just as a quick fuck, but as something more.”
    “ A girlfriend?” Alec smirks.
    “ Wipe that damn look off your face.” I flick my head back up. “Yes. And she said no. Fucking no!”
    “ Why did she say no?”
    Even Alec is confused. Bloody women.
    “She said something about not being sure if she can trust me and wanting to get to know me. I want her. What more is there to know?”
    Alec chuckles and shakes his head. “Oh, man. Girls like to know the soppy shit. Ya know, favourite films, favourite food, can you make them smile?”
    “ Jesus Christ,” I groan, rubbing my forehead. “I’m guessing a list won’t do the job?”
    “ Oh no,” Alec laughs. “I hope you’re ready for weeks of flowers, early morning text messages, and candlelit dinners. Also, don’t forget the TV cuddle nights. No sex.”
    “ You’re kidding. How am I supposed to hug that girl without wanting to rip off her clothes?”
    “ You think you’ve got issues?” He takes a swig of beer. “Your sister still makes me do that romantic shit.”
    Jesus fucking Christ. When did I step into a chick flick?
    “I don’t do romance,” I protest.
    “ Then you gotta get a romance guide for dummies, ‘cause she ain’t gonna take anything less than everything you got.”
    “ Why does convincing a girl you’re worth it sound a lot like divorce?”
    “ Because on the pain in the ass scale, it’s about the same.”
    “ Okay.” I close my eyes. “Shit, man. I can’t believe I’m gonna do this. What’s first?”
    “ Early morning texts,” Alec says without batting an eyelid. “Every day.”
    “ Might as well send flowers for a fucking wake up call.”
    “ Good shout. Do that.”

JEN

    “Bing looks happy,” Lexy says, taking the wine from the fridge.
    I raise an eyebrow , and set two glasses on the counter. “Girl if you have somethin’ to say, say it. Don’t you go pussyfooting around my ass.”
    She laughs , and pours the wine. “Tell me what happened.”
    “ He jumped on me. Literally. No hello, no nothing.” I sigh. “I’m not going into details though ‘cause that is so wrong.”
    “ I’m glad you two are finally working it out. It doesn’t take a genius to work out you’ve been fantasising over him for months!”
    “ That is so…” She raises an eyebrow. “…Damn messed up you know that. Shit. How do you know that? Are you Derren Brown’s long lost daughter?”
    She bursts out laughing. “No! It’s just kinda obvious. At least now you’re together.”
    “ Ha,” I say in a small voice. “Yeah. Funny you should mention that...”
    “ Jen...”
    “ Teeny tiny major detail.” I hold two fingers up with a small space between them. “We kinda are. Kinda aren’t. In between. Ish.”
    Lexy ’s eyebrows go up. “Go on.”
    I take a big gulp of wine. “I now know how much bullshit I fed to you before you and Alec got together. It’s not that I don’t trust Bing, ‘cause I do, sorta, I just know his woman-eating ways, and I want him to prove he wants me.” I shrug a shoulder.
    “ And how on earth do you plan on achieving that?” My best friend smiles.
    “ I don’t know. It’s not my job to tell his hot ass what to do. Besides, Alec did it for you, and I figure that if Bing really, really wants me, then he’ll keep his snake in its cage for every woman besides me.”
    “ I’m gonna ignore that last part, but I agree with you. Huh.” She tilts her head slightly. “But you want him, right? I can tell you have more than just the bed bug for him.”
    I glance through the opening to where the two guys are laughing o n the sofa. Bing turns his head as if he can sense me watching, and his soft brown eyes meet mine. There’s a challenge there.
    What will I do now? Will I sit next to him or will I go back to the other sofa?
    His lips curl upwards, and I’ll be damned to hell and back several hundred times if I don’t want to feel those against me again, but let it be said that Jennifer Mason is not an easy lay. Ah huh, you heard me.
    I was totally distracted the last errrr, five times.
    Oh, sheesh. Five times?
    “Yeah,” I say, answering Lexy’s question. “I do. I’m pretty sure of it.”
    She winks, smiling, and we go back into the front room. I sit next to Bing on the sofa, leaning against the arm , and crossing my legs. My jeans strain against my