The Bad Boy Is My Best Friend
“But this time, maybe we both swap numbers? That way, we both can’t lose each other’s numbers.”
“I guess we can’t.” She exchanged phones with him and typed in her number on his phone, leaving the space for contact blank so he could choose how he saved her name.
“So is Asteria okay, or could I just save your number under ‘most gorgeous girl in New York’?” He asked as they swapped phones again.
Before she could stop blushing enough to compose herself to answer, an arm slung itself around her shoulders. It was warm, heavy, and unmistakably Damian, smelling faintly of his cologne.