He’s got quite the sense of humor. “No. How are you going to handle him finding out about us?” I ask.
It’s why I hadn’t let my thoughts linger into dating territory because, this fun thing between us, how can it last in secret?
Luca isn’t going to be thrilled when he discovers we’ve been sleeping together. He made it clear to all of his teammates that I’m off-limits.
Just because I’m enrolled at Evergreen isn’t going to change his stance on being my overprotective and overbearing older brother.
Ashton closes the distance between us, coming toward my bed where I’m seated. “We’ll deal with it when the time comes.”
“The entire team knows, Ashton.”
He runs a hand through his hair. “They haven’t said anything to him, and he’s plenty distracted with the wedding next month. Let’s just give it some more time.”
I don’t argue with him because I know Luca isn’t going to take the news well. I really don’t want to be on the receiving side of his wrath when he finds out.
Besides, the last thing I want is to ruin something that hasn’t even fully gotten started yet. I want to see where this thing between me and Ashton leads. Especially if he’s planning on taking me out.
Besides, there’s a chance it could still fizzle out.
Why risk letting Luca in on what could be absolutely nothing?
I’ve been fantasizing about what a date with Ashton Rinaldi would be like, but that’s as far as it had gone—a fantasy.
Until now.
“Wednesday, it’s a date,” I say and pat the mattress beside me. There isn’t much room, but he can come hang out with me, keep me company for a bit.
It’s not like I’m getting to sleep anytime soon.
I’m overstimulated and not the least bit capable of shutting my eyes and falling asleep.
And with Ashton near me, I find it even harder to relax.
His lips quirk up in a wayward smile. “Good. I can’t wait.” He flops down on the twin-sized bed with me and stretches out. “Your bed is super comfy.”
“I know,” I say cheekily. “I picked out the best mattress, so you’d be tempted to sleep in here with me.”
“Really?” Ashton asks, his eyes widening.
I laugh, shaking my head, trying to hide the smile growing on my face. “No,” I say.
He is far too gullible.
It’s cute.
He rests a hand on my thigh and gives it a prominent squeeze.
My breath catches in my throat, and I try to pretend his touch doesn’t turn me into a puddle of goo.
“Are you ready for classes Monday?” I ask, attempting to distract him, and maybe I’m distracting myself too.
He chuckles. “Never. I live for hockey and our off days. What are you taking this semester?”
“All gen eds. Boring stuff.” I climb off the bed and already miss his touch on my thigh. I grab my backpack, dig out my schedule and hand it to him to purview.
He glances it over, studying it intently. “We’re both in Psychology 101.”
“Great, they’ll get to tell us what a basket case you are,” I joke.
