I’m well aware that he’s got player status written all over him.
“Do you see a lot of hot girls here?” Ashton asks.
I glance around and know he’s right. The party was a last-minute get-together. Thrown exclusively because they won by a landslide.
Had they lost, the guys would be sitting at home commiserating on their own.
“I mean, there’s the girl over there,” I say and nod, trying not to gesture and point her out.
She’s a redhead, cute, but dressed a little unflattering, not that the guys probably care much for a girl’s style. But she’s talking to Chase, another one of the Narwhals’ players.
“Yeah, I think Chase has first dibs on her.”
“I’m happy to keep you company,” I say and shrug like I don’t mind being his hangout buddy for the evening.
I mean, that’s not exactly what I want in regard to Ashton, but I’ve got to play this carefully. I’m going to be living with him in a couple of weeks. The last thing we want is a messy situationship.
I’ve done my best to temper those thoughts, especially from my older brother. The last thing I need is for Luca to cockblock me and force me to live in the dorms my first semester.
Maybe pining for Ashton is a bad idea, but fuck, it’s Ashton Rinaldi and he’s gorgeous. It’s hard not to imagine what he’d look like naked.
And I’ve seen him shirtless.
He’s one hell of a specimen.
Pretty sure he knows it too. Probably why he manages to sleep his way through Evergreen.
“You’re staring at me. Do I have a booger coming out of my nose?” He swipes at his face, and I playfully shove him.
“That’s gross, and you’re perfect. I mean, you look perfect. You’re fine. I’m just going to shut up now.”
Shit.
I blame the couple sips of piss beer for my loose lips.
Ashton offers me his wayward grin, and his nose crinkles just slightly.
Holy hell, it’s rare to see that smile.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a crush on me.”
Fuck me.
“In your dreams, Ashton,” I say, denying it.
He can’t know.
I mean, I like him. I want him, but this—whatever it is between us that’s been slowly evolving can’t happen.
Luca would kill Ashton.
“You’ve crossed a few of my dreams,” Ashton says and takes another swig of beer.
Oh shit. Did he really just say that he dreams about me?
Is he messing with me? It seems like something a friend of Luca’s would do.
But this is Ashton, he’s not just any friend or roommate to Luca. I’ve been hanging around Ashton for months. Hell, he even let me give him a colorful manicure without so much as batting an eye.
