Chapter 35
(Ronan POV)
It's a little hard to make moves on your grandmother's apprentice when your best friend is sex-starved, emotionally unstable, and parked in your bed like a possessed cat.
"Just because you've had no action doesn't mean you have to interrupt my attempts at getting action," I say, delivering a swift kick to her butt as she sprawls dramatically across my duvet.
Lenora rolls over with a mournful groan. "Let's be sexless together."
I groan louder. "Don't jinx me."
I swear, I'm not going anywhere with Simone until Lenora vacates my space and my life.
I sigh and lean against the doorframe, arms folded like a long-suffering martyr. "Okay, what do you suggest we do then?"
She rolls again, turning to face the ceiling like it personally betrayed her. "I don't know. Make him want me."
I squint at her. "I could whip up an aphrodisiac."
"Noo...." She refuses.
