My Childhood Sweetheart Wrote a Dirty Novel About Me

Synopsis

My name was Ryan Chandler, and the girl next to me, grinning at her phone like she was in love, was Natalie Evans, my best friend since we were in diapers. I called out to her a few times. "Natalie? "Ms. Evans. "Hey, dummy!" Her grin only got wider as she tapped away at her screen, and she never heard a word of it. I leaned in and caught a faint trace of the gardenia scent she always wore. That girl was so far into her phone that her soul had gone in with it. An idea came to me. I snuck around behind her and crouched down. The next second, I sprang into action! "What's got you so hooked?" I teased. I snatched her phone in a flash. Natalie shot up off the couch like a startled cat, her cheeks still pink and now with panic on top of it. "Ryan, give it back!" She pounced on me, waving her arms wildly as she tried to grab her phone. I had the height on her, so I held the phone straight up and let her hop around under it. "Not a chance. I want to see what's got Ms. Evans this hooked. Is there a guy I don't know about?" I teased. "There's no guy. You're the one with the dirty mind. Now give it back!" she snapped. Her face went even redder, and she came at me harder. The living room wasn't big, and the two of us laughed and yelled and knocked into each other until it turned into a full scuffle. I ended up as the cushion, flat on my back, with Natalie landing square on top of me. It was not a dignified position.