2. No getting jealous or complaining about who the other one is dating or hooking up with.
"That goes for you too, right?" I asked archly. "No punching guys in bars for looking at me funny."
"I didn't punch him. I just choked him a little."
"Um, yeah, that sounds worse than punching. Not helping your argument."
He completely ignored that, writing.
3. We can hang out whenever we want, but we won't call it a date, even if we're doing date-like things
"Would oral be considered date-like?" I asked, just messing with him, as usual. I'd never been able to have sexual banter with a man that didn't end up making me feel like shit. It was just the opposite with Tristan. For some reason, with him, it made me feel warm and fuzzy every time.
He sent me a twisted grin. "I'm pretty sure that would be breaking the no kissing rule."
"Pretty sure it leaves wiggle room."
He gave me a look that could only be described as longing. "I do love the way you wiggle."
I giggled.
He went back to writing.
4. No nagging.
"That counts for you, too. No telling me when I've had too many shots. That's for me to decide."
He sent me an exasperated look. "Well, if you drink enough shots that you climb on the bar to dance, and some guy grabs you, don't nag me for beating the shit out of him."
"That sounds like a clear violation of rule #2," I pointed out.
"That's not jealousy. That's me being protective of my best buddy."
I rolled my eyes. It was a fine line.
He started writing again.
5. Always remember that we like each other too much to sleep together, and that sleeping together will ruin EVERYTHING.
6. If the words 'I love you' are ever mentioned, it will be assumed that it is in a friendship type context.
7. No talking dirty, or talking about dates with your vibrator.
He sighed, immediately crossing #7 out.
7. No talking dirty, or talking about dates with your vibrator.
"That one is just no fun at all," he explained.
I giggled. Only Tristan could make me giggle. He sent me a warm smile.
"I named my vibrator after you," I told him with a smirk. "He's small, but he makes up for it by working hard."
He straightened, moving a little close to show me just how small he wasn't. He gave me his sinful smile. "I'm big like this everywhere. Don't make me prove it to you."
I rolled my eyes. "Every guy says that. It would be refreshing to meet a guy that just admitted to being average-sized, or God forbid, small."
He shook his head. "You want me to do something crazy. I see your game now. Not falling for it."
I couldn't hold back a smile, because I had been egging him on. The man was so outrageous, he'd do anything on a dare. I shrugged. "I'll never know, but in my imagination it's very clearly average, bordering on small. No way to change it."
He pursed his lips, his fingers going to the button on his jeans.
I slapped my hands over my eyes, running away and giggling like a kid.
He overtook me in seconds, picking me up easily. He flung me over his shoulder. I knew where this was leading.
"Put me down!" I screeched between giggles. "I just washed my hair!"
"Every time you make me want to pull my dick out for you, for any reason, I'm throwing you in the pool. This is for the sake of our friendship, Danika."
I was already flying through the air before he'd finished talking. I heard him say Danika right before my head went under.
The bastard.