“What?” I had to be in some form of fucking parallel universe, because this was the weirdest shit that’d ever happened to me.
“Naked? In the bathroom?” He looked over at me and rolled his eyes. “Never mind. Fuck off so she can go. I guess you told Jett.” When I nodded, he sighed in frustration. “Fine, I’ll get rid of her, then you can both chew my ass out.”
“Shut the fuck up. I just saw too fucking much already, I don’t need your ass added into it.” Turning, I headed to my room and paced the floor as I waited.
I heard a murmur, then a crash, and bracing myself, I opened the door. Mia was running down the stairs, and Ash was holding his cheek.
“She hit you?” I asked him curiously.
“Threw a cup at me.”
“Savage.” I grinned.
“Shut up.”
Jett arrived about ten minutes later, and the two of us stood, waiting for Ash to explain himself.
“I have no idea why you’re both so hung up on this,” he muttered. “She’s just a hookup.”
“She’s Ava’sbest friend,” Jett stressed.
“So?”
“I might hit him,” Jett said as he turned to me.
“Ash, this is not cool.” I saw him shut down, and I knew no matter what I said, he wasn’t listening. So, I changed tactics. “Was this the only time?”
Ash shrugged, and I exchanged a look with Jett. “How long?” Jett asked.
“Long? It’s just sex.”
“With my girlfriend’sbestfriend,” Jett reminded him.
“It’s casual sex. It’s nothing. We’re in college for fuck’s sake.”
“If it was nothing, you brainless dick, she wouldn’t have thrown a fucking cup at you,” I growled.
“What do you want?” Ash demanded. “For me not to have sex with her again? Fine. You happy?”
I was very close to losing my shit. So was Jett. They had the nerve to sayIself-destructed.
“Look, you stupid little—”
The door swung open, and we turned as one.
Quinn stood in the doorway, fear in her eyes. “They’ve come looking for me.”
Epilogue: Mia
I ran the whole way home. I had never been so humiliated in my life! Not only was I not supposed to hook up with the sex god that was the Saints’ tight end, but I also wasn’t supposed to get caught while riding him like the stud he was.
Getting to the apartment, I hastily wiped my face and entered, hoping Ava was in her room, screwing her boyfriend and thinking I couldn’t hear her through our paper-thin walls.
But today was not my day. She was in the kitchen, singing. Badly.
“Hey,” she greeted with a quick look up from what she was doing, and then she looked again. “Are those last night’s clothes?”
“Yeah.” I started to walk past her, but she moved from behind the counter and caught my arm.
