“I just want to officially go on record as saying that I don’t like this,” Holly complained as she sipped her coffee.
“Don’t blame me,” Aaron replied with a shrug. “Talk to Mother Nature, who dumped a foot and a half of snow on us. Better yet, complain to the Parks Department for not plowing the running path, thereby preventing us from getting to our bench.”
It was the Sunday after a huge blizzard in Maine. The best friends had gotten together for their weekly chat, but this time, they were doing it over Zoom. Aaron sipped a Snapple on his living room couch, while Holly enjoyed a coffee at her dining room table.
“I would have been happy to drive over to your place to do this,” she insisted like someone clearly disappointed at having her plans canceled.
“Then you would be stranded at the foot of my driveway,” he informed her. “I got about three-quarters of the way done with shoveling, and that took me an hour. I needed to take a break because I was exhausted. Plus, there’s a three foot mountain of snow blocking access courtesy of the city snow plow. So after you complain to the Parks Department, file another one with whoever is in charge of the vindictive city snow plow driver.”
The video quality was excellent, so Aaron could clearly see Holly rolling her eyes at his comment.
“He’s not vindictive,” she explained with a hint of exasperation in her voice. “His job is to clear the snow out of the street, and he’s got to put it someplace. He’s not purposely putting it all at the end of your driveway.”
Aaron shook his head in disagreement. “How hard would it be to push the snow past every driveway opening and dump it against the curb? Better yet, why not just push it all into the river?”
Holly hung her head. “You are exhausting at times.”
“And yet here you are complaining that you can’t spend time with me,” he countered with a sly smile.
She flipped him off, but her beautiful face did break out in a gorgeous smile while she did it.
“So you’re sure that canceling today’s meeting at our usual bench by the river has nothing at all to do with the fact that I kissed you last Sunday?” she inquired.
Holly then took a long sip of her coffee and waited to see how he would talk his way out of this.
“Of course not, weirdo,” he replied and added an eye roll of his own. “It’s not like you haven’t kissed me before, or the kiss meant anything. You were just trying to prove that you were real and that our Sunday chats weren’t all just a series of elaborate dreams.”
“That was the first time I’ve ever kissed you,” she disagreed.
Holly had kissed a lot of men in her life, but she was positive that her best friend was not on that list.
“Not true,” Aaron insisted. “In fact, you kissed me at the end of that fateful first and last date. You know, the one that I thought went well, but apparently made you realize you didn’t want a second date?”
Holly raised an eyebrow and then did a deep dive into her memory. Had they kissed at the end of their one and only date? She had long ago blocked that night from her memory because she was so embarrassed by her rush to judgment on the man who she now cared about more than anyone else.
“Maybe you’re right,” she admitted. “As you like to point out whenever the chance arises, I didn’t exactly make the best decisions that evening.”
“Don’t beat yourself up over it,” he chuckled. “As you have proven over and over since that night, boyfriends come and go, but a best friend it forever.”
He flashed an evil grin before lifting the Snapple bottle to his lips.
Holly sighed softly, probably not loud enough to be picked up over the video chat. He wasn’t wrong, and she especially hated that he was correct in this instance.
“Fine, but I don’t care what the weather is like next Sunday, we are getting together,” she declared. “Even if I have to rent a snowmobile and come get you.”
“Whatever you say,” he replied. “But if you’re going to try to sneak in another kiss, just make sure you brush your teeth this time.”
Holly’s jaw dropped in embarrassment, but then Aaron broke out in laughter, so she realized that he was just messing with her. She was sure she had brushed her teeth before leaving the house last week, but it wasn’t going to matter next week.
There was no way she was kissing him again. Their next kiss, and she was certain there was going to be one, would have to be initiated by him.