Mic
What did that mean, BFF’s? Did that mean Best f*cking flirts? Boyfriends forever? Because I knew it couldn’t mean Best Friends Forever, right? Because I wanted to be more than friends. Waking up to Isha’s text made my day until I read it.
I walked into the living room. Ford was lying back on the couch, his legs spread as he held Davis, whose head was on Ford's stomach. Ford was running his fingers through Davis’s hair.
“What’s wrong with him?” I asked as I rounded the couch and crouched down, rubbing his back.
“He’s upset by Isha’s text. Gotta say I’m a little upset too.”
“It’s the BFF’s comment, right? Yeah, I don’t like that either. All our eyes snapped to Dawson, who was sitting in his recliner, staring at his phone.
“She seems to have met Bran and Jordan. Good guys.
