And while that made me snort out in disgust at myself, it gave me no assurance that she didn’t drive me insane enough to actually do it. Either option.
Last night, I had lain awake as more and more of my memory returned. I still wasn’t clear on where we had met, but the time in here, in my bed, was playing like a full-blown porno in HD. And if I were honest, I wouldn’t mind alivereplay, one where I remembered and I didn’t have to wait until I was asleep to remember the feel of her riding me.
“This is fucked up,” I said to the empty room as I stood. “Why would I want her again? I don’t even like her.”
I rubbed my crotch as I thought about her kneeing me in the balls. “She’s definitely a handful,” I mused as I walked aimlessly around my room. Checking the time, I noted that it was an hour before kick-off. I refused to watch. Our opponents today were okay, but nothing great. As long as Ben passed to Gray or Ash, they’d hold the offense. Jamie and his defense could handle the rest.
They would be back late evening, and even though there was a party to attend, we had other business first. Ash had trackeddown another one of the guys in the films we had uncovered. Even with all the shit going on with me this week, he had been busy.
My job this afternoon was to do some recon and then figure out if the dick had a safe in his house. I usually liked longer to plan, and having sight of blueprints never went amiss, but this was a curveball and one we weren’t supposed to be catching. However, that film was imprinted on our brains and not in a good way like Ava was.
Growling at myself for thinking of her again, I headed to the kitchen. No game day meant I could eat more than I normally would.
I was in the middle of a huge bowl of pasta with chicken, green beans, and tomatoes with Jamie’s pesto sauce when I heard a knock on the door. The guys had a habit of keeping the door open, but I didn’t encourage it. Four times in freshman year, I’d found some random guys sitting on our sofas, watching TV. I wasn’t a fan of strangers. I wasn’t a fan of anyone, really.
I debated about ignoring it, and then my phone beeped.
Uptight:I know you’re in there, open the door, I need to talk to you
Me:Fuck off
Uptight:Just open the door or I’m coming in anyway
They hadn’t locked the door. I had checked it was closed, but I hadn’t checked it was locked.Fucking woman.
As I strode to the front door, she stood there, hair in a messy ponytail, wearing denim shorts and a yellow T-shirt that readyour drama gives me trauma.
“What do you want?”
“I was hoping we could talk? Without, you know . . .”
“My brother?” I suggested.
“Yeah.”
“You’re scared of Gray?”
“No, I just don’t think he needs to be present for a private conversation.” Ava rocked back on her heels, and I squinted at her in thought.
“You drunk again? This one of your ‘I look sober, but I’m not’ pretenses?”
“It’snota pretense, it happens, but no, I’m sober now.”
“Now?”
“Last night, when I went home, I may have had more of the bottle than I should have.” She shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, and it wasn’t. Not to me. “Slept longer than normal, or I’d have been here sooner.”
I grunted as we stared at each other. She wasn’t going to leave. Fuck it. “I’m eating lunch.”
“Okay.” Ava hesitated and then seemed to make the decision. She walked into the house and closed the door behind her. “Just telling you now. This isn’t anything, and you touch me and I’ll cut it off.”
“My hand?”
“Any of it.” Her look was meaningful, and I couldn’t help but feel slight respect for her no-nonsense attitude.
“Yeah? Well, don’t flatter yourself.”
Turning on my heel, I went back to the kitchen, and as I sat at the counter, I resumed eating my food.
