My Dad's Bestfriend

Evelyn

"God, you are beautiful," Jacob murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. I snuggled closer to him under the umbrella on the chaise lounge, wrapped in his warmth and the safety of his arms. This was, what, the third time he'd told me this today? I couldn't lie; I loved every word, every look he'd been giving me. Lately, it was like he couldn't get enough of me, like he was falling all over again, and if I claimed not to enjoy it, I'd be the biggest liar. Well, I was a liar at times but when it came to Jacob, or anything about him, I'd was nothing but honest.

"Careful there," I giggled, glancing up at him. "You're becoming obsessed with me."

"Too late for that, Evie. I've been obsessed with you for as long as I can remember."

"Oh, really?" I teased, brushing my nose against his.

Just then, Jennie's groan cut through our bubble. "Please, stop. I've been watching this for the last hour, and if I have to see any more of this lovey-dovey nonsense, I'm going to need another drink. Like, stop."

"Yes, exactly," Nancy chimed in, peeking over her book and sunglasses, "Could you two at least be gross in private? This is a 'room' kind of thing, not a 'right-in-front-of-us' kind of thing."

Jacob and I exchanged glances, barely holding back our laughter. "So, I take it last night's one-night stands didn't go so well?" I asked with a smirk.

"You won't believe how bad it was-" Jennie started before Nancy smacked her with the book.

"Idiot! Don't tell them!"

Jacob and I looked at each other, then at the two of them: Nancy glaring daggers at Jennie, who looked absolutely clueless. That was it-we both burst out laughing.

"When are you two going to give up on this 'hunt' for one-night stands and just accept that it's a total disaster every time?"

Nancy, crossing her arms, rolled her eyes. "There is nothing to talk about. Jennie's making it up."

"Oh yeah?" Jennie retorted. "Because you definitely told me he was a 'ten'-and then complained that his, um, you-know-what was about three inches."

"Oh my god..." I gasped, covering my mouth as laughter overtook me. "Nancy, my poor Nancy, I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

"Jennie, I'm going to kill you!" Nancy fumed, her eyes blazing. Jennie's grin faded as she realized her mistake, biting her tongue and slowly standing, eyes darting to Nancy's twisted expression. She knew she was in trouble-possibly big trouble. "Well, I-" Jennie started, but before she could finish, Nancy slammed her book shut and bolted to her feet. Jennie screamed and dashed inside the house.

"Wait, you brat! I'm not done with you!" Nancy shouted, charging after her.

"Guys, come on!" I called after them, trying and failing to hold back laughter as they disappeared. A laugh slipped out, and I shook my head.

"Your friends are walking circuses," Jacob said, grinning, which only made me laugh harder.

"I know," I chuckled, turning toward him and resting my hands on his chest. "But that's why I love them even more."

Jacob wrapped his arms around me,

a warm smile on his lips. "I don't think they're giving up on their 'one-night-stand' escapades anytime soon," he said, pressing a kiss to my lips. "But tell me, my love, how come you never got caught up in all that desppite having such....excellent company?"

"Because I never wanted anyone except for you," I replied easily, without a second thought. "Honestly, I think I was always just waiting for you."

A soft smile curved his lips, and he tightened his hold on me. He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine and murmured, "As happy as that makesme, it's driving me crazy. I might just have to fuck you right here. What do you think?"

"For now, just kiss me," I whispered back, and he didn't hesitate, pulling me close as he kissed me deeply. But just as things were heating up, Dad's voice broke the moment. "Control yourself, you punk! You're at my house, and that's my daughter!"

I bit back a laugh, while Jacob groaned in annoyance.

"And your daughter's my girlfriend, Dad! Can you please stop crashing all our moments? You're being nosy!"

"Get your hands off her right now,

you piece of crap!" Dad stormed over, Clara following with an amused smile, and Mason sauntered up from the bar, his usual scowl directed at Jacob. I knew he was still mad I'd forgiven Jacob so easily-he thought Jacob deserved a little more suffering first but he'd get over it in a week, or maybe even a few hours. I wasn't worried.

Ignoring Dad's glares, Jacob kissed my cheek and smirked. "Your dad's no fun, baby. Wanna go for a ride?" "That sounds-"

"Unbelievable," Mason interrupted. "Samuel, you were right. Italians really are shameless. No manners at all."

Dad nodded, serious. "Can't believe I called this asshole my friend."

Jacob chuckled, then looked at Mason. "And when are you going to start liking me? Better make it soon since your 'baby' already forgave me." He kissed my nose, making me giggle. "That's never happening," Mason muttered.

Jacob shrugged. "Better start getting used to me now, Mason. I'm not going anywhere, and we both know you're not letting her go anytime soon either. So, today or tomorrow, might as well start warming up to me." "Yeah, right," Mason grumbled, walking back toward the house as Jacob and I burst into laughter. Even Dad looked like he was struggling not to laugh, despite his earlier scolding.

"He's probably unloaded at least ten curses at Jacob from the bar," Clara snickered, settling down beside us. "He's still furious."

"Mason? It's gotta be closer to a hundred," I laughed.

Everything felt perfect in this moment, and my only wish was that it would stay this way-even when Jacob and I left for Italy tomorrow night.