“And what exactly do you suggest, seeing as the closest female friend you’ve had is our fifty-year-old massage therapist.”
“I can give good advice when I want to. And don’t hate on my relationship with Ms. Jenkins when you’re only jealous she gives me a lollipop after our sessions.”
I rub my temples with my fingers. “You do understand you’re all over the place, right?”
“That’s what keeps life interesting. You never know what you’re going to get with me. But anyway, I reckon that you need to give Sophie what she desires if you want any chance of hooking up with her.”
“Feelings?” I choke on the word.
“I mean, do you really not feel anything for her?” Jax lifts a brow.
“I didn’t say that. I just don’t feel the extreme kind of love she might end up wanting.” I take a swig of my beer to soothe my aching throat.
“You can care about someone without wanting to marry them and love them forever. Girls love thoughtful shit. Someone like her won’t have sex with someone with your past if you don’t show her you like her for more than good looks.”
“But we’re friends. What else more can I do?”
“Besides terrible phone sex?” He fights a smile.
I shoot him a pointed glare.
“Show her you care and won’t dump her after hooking up a few times. Of course, she doesn’t want to be another conquest in your long list, especially if it puts your friendship at risk.”
What the fuck have I gotten myself into?I know shit is going to hit the fan when Jax starts making sense.