Word has it that opposites attract. Jessica Keith would give the pithy expression two middle fingers because a wild party girl like her and the prim do-gooder, Matthew Parkinson are opposites hopeless to attract, let alone breathe the same air.
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Jessica hadn't talked to him since he made it to her housewarming party. He understands that Chloe wanted to cuddle with her godmother for hours, but he couldn't help but wish they had switched places.
Chandra had him in an inescapably linked arm. Plus, Harper was talking to him, and he was trying to be polite.
However, he had his eyes trained on Jessica and their goddaughter. He saw her accidentally giving Chloe her glass of wine and didn't realize it until Chloe took a tiny sip and made a sour face. He struggled not to laugh.
Hanging out with his brothers and a few friends was fun, but he couldn't wait to get Jessica alone. Assuming that the offer to let him couch-surf still stands, he will surely get her alone. He hasn't had the chance to move into his new place yet.
Maybe a lot sooner than he thought because their friends started leaving in pairs, some with kids, then some alone.
Chandra and Harper were the last ones to leave. She made sure he and Harper exchanged numbers. He wasn't sure why, but he was too excited for them to leave so he did as he was told.
Matthew happily marched toward the kitchen, surprised that Jessica was still slouched behind the counter, nursing her glass of wine. He wasn't sure how much wine she had. However, he could tell that she had more than enough because she looked a little flushed.
"Hey." She offered him a goofy little smile. "I'm glad you made it."
He chuckled. "Three hours late but I made it."
"I didn't mind if you're five hours early or didn't make it at all. One way or another, I know you'll be staying on my couch tonight."
He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Good to know the offer still stands."
She shrugged cheerfully. "Why wouldn't it be?" Then, her smile faltered, and her gaze dropped to the floor. "Unless of course, you changed your mind and prefer to be on someone else's couch instead."
His brows knotted together. Someone else's?"
Her eyes rounded as if in panic. "It's nothing. Sorry, too much wine. Would you like a glass? I've emptied the bottle, but I can open another one."
He shakes his head. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah. Everything's super peachy. I'm gonna start cleaning up." She wobbled a bit when she slid herself off the bar stool. "You stay put, okay?"
He followed her to the living room, staying close—not because he could smell her intoxicating floral perfume wafting behind her. Well, maybe, just a little.
Plus, she looks amazing in her Barbie pink body-con dress. It's practically too tempting to keep him away from her.
"Are you sure you're not too tipsy to clean?"
There wasn't anything much to clean, really. He heard Jessica insisted on cleanup, so their friends left a couple of beer bottles on the coffee table and three wine bottles on the counter for her to pick up after the party. Just to make her think she's holding her side of the bargain.
