I don’t like being kept in the dark but agree all the same.
“I trust you,” I say, and while it’s the truth, I don’t trust that snake Ashton who wants to steal my little girl’s virginity.
Twelve
Nova
“Can I come in?” Ashton knocks on my open bedroom door, distracting me while reading a book.
I left my door open because Zeke keeps tearing down the hallway, knocking, running into my room for cuddles, and then running away.
It’s his own version of peek-a-boo or some other toddler game that I haven’t quite figured out yet.
He’s a cute kid but makes me realize how deep Luca’s gotten himself in with Harper.
They seem happy, at least from the outside, but everyone in the house knows the truth. They don’t have to hide it from any of us.
“Nova?” Ashton says when I don’t answer him.
Like I have much of a choice? I know him, he’s not going to leave until he annoys me with whatever he has to say.
“Yeah, come in.” I wave him in and sit up and put a bookmark in my novel, closing the pages.
He shuts the door behind himself, and I raise a curious eyebrow.
I’m still annoyed about his lack of help with unpacking my room and the house this afternoon, but he eventually pitched in and now the boxes have all been unpacked and everything has been put away.
“Your room looks good,” he says, glancing around, taking it all in.
“Don’t expect a thank you,” I say, glaring at him.
I hung up white string lights along the wall and a corkboard adorned with a handful of pictures of my friends.
There’s still more for me to do to decorate my room, but I’m too tired tonight to finish it.
I stare at him, wondering why he’s in here. It’s certainly not to applaud my efforts for unpacking and putting away my stuff.
He wanders over to the photographs on my wall, studying them. “You’re missing a picture.”
“Am I?” I ask, watching him.
He doesn’t know who my friends are or what pictures I brought with me from home. He never even stepped foot into my childhood bedroom back at home.
“You need one of your boyfriend,” Ashton says.
My lips part, and I raise an eyebrow. We haven’t quite put labels on whatever this thing is between us.
Hard to put a label like boyfriend on him when we haven’t done anything outside of the house together.
“That’d be hard to do since my brother doesn’t know about you. And we haven’t even gone on a date yet. Boyfriend status doesn’t come from bedroom activities alone.”
“Then let’s go out on a date,” Ashton says. “Wednesday night, you, me, and dinner out.”
“And what about Luca?”
Ashton frowns. “You want to invite your brother on our date? That’s kinky.”
I snort.
