“I’m eight inches taller than you. Why would you want to put me in the teeny tiny bed when I will be so much comfier in your bed?” His hand was now cupping my ass, and I hated that I was responding to him. To his touch.
“I’m not sleeping with you,” I told him as I tried to push him away. Ash smiled down at me, his smirk knowing as his eyes roamed leisurely over my face.
“I wasn’t inviting you into my bed.” With a grin, he took a step back, and then he was in my room, closing the door ofmybedroom in my face.
“Ash!” I pounded on my door and heard his answering chuckle as I stood fuming outside my own bedroom. “You’re going to regret thissomuch!” I promised as I kicked the door in frustration, but his rumbling laughter was enough to propel me to my front door and leave my apartment.
I was halfway to the football house when a large hand landed on my shoulder, stopping me in my tracks. Looking up, I met his dark blue eyes, which were hard, his face stern.
“Did Quinn tell you what was going on?” he asked me quietly as he looked around the campus at our fellow students.
“Yes, not all the details but enough,” I said as I shook his hand off me.
“Then don’t be stupid, Red, you can’t go gallivanting.”
“Gallivanting?” My indignation was clear.
“It won’t be for long, but for now, we’re glue.”
“I don’t want to be glue with you,” I told him crossly as I looked toward the path that would take me to the football house.
“You have absolutely no issue being stuck to me any other time,” Ash said as he tugged my arm back to his body. “C’mon, you can cook me dinner.”
“I can’t cook.”
He stopped dead and stared at me.
“And even if I could, I’m not your maid.”
“You can’t cook?”
“No. Trust me, I burn water.”
“Fuck this.” He half-carried me to the football house and then was calling to Quinn and Ava through two closed bedroom doors before flinging the door to his bedroom open. Soon, my best friend and Quinn were in the room, looking between us with concern.
“What is it?” Ava asked me as she hugged me.
“She can’tcook.”
Jett had followed Ava in, and he snorted in humor. “Dude, you’re looking after Mia, she’s not your servant.”
He turned to look at his cousin before his eyes flicked quickly to Ava and then me. What was that? Embarrassment? I stepped forward automatically to study him as he . . . floundered?
“And how do you propose I eat,cousin?” Ash asked Jett softly.
“Oh damn,” Quinn muttered before she straightened with a self-conscious look to me and Ava. “For my assignment, of course.” Her hands rubbed over her thighs, and I watched them all. Ava looked as clueless as I did, but her attention was all on Ash.
“We could all eat here?” Ava proposed. “I mean, the kitchen is massive,” she added.
Jett looked around Ash’s bedroom and narrowed his eyes in concentration. “We push your bed over to the wall, we could fit a single bed in here. At the very least an air mattress.”
Quinn and Ava both turned to look around, and I watched them start to discuss the options.
“Do I get a say?” I asked them all and didn’t care that my voice was dripping with sarcasm.
“Not really.”
I spun on my heel to look at Gray with disbelief. He looked back at me impassively. “I don’t remember asking you,” I bit out.
