Life of Eve
And I opened the door and walked in, only to see Belle with her hands on her waist and a suggestive smirk, right beside Rodney who looked like he just wanted to sleep.
"Spill." She repeated.
"Spill what?" I asked slowly. I still wasn't getting it.
"That guy," She pronounced, sounding more like a question than a statement.
"Who is he?" She asked blandly, probably already tired of me being slow as fuck.
"Oh, he," I immediately remembered that Rodney was there, no more slip ups. "He's my friend."
"Shut up, who are you fooling?" She laughed.
"He IS my friend." I told her, looking in Rodney's direction so she would understand it, which, thankfully, she did.
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