“With anyone.”
His eyes were as round as saucers. “You want me to be celibate?”
My face flushed. “No, I mean have sex, just don’t have sex here, with me. Or anyone else. Especially in my bed.”
“What?”
“Don’t bring your hookups here.”
“Are you bringingyourhookups here?” he countered.
“No, I don’t sleep around.” When I saw his raised eyebrow, I stuck my tongue out at him. “Shut up, I’m picky, okay?” His wide, smug grin made me want to hit him. “Enough, shut up, you can’t have sex in my bed. Okay?”
“Can I have sex in Ava’s bed?”
He was laughing at me. I knew he was. “No.”
“Fine. I’ll dine out.” His tongue flicked out quickly to wet his bottom lip as he winked at me, and I laughed at his impudence.
“You’re such a player,” I told him as I stood.
“You got a problem?” Ash asked me hesitantly.
“No, I know who you are, what you’re like,” I told him honestly. “We had fun, now we have to get to know each other,livewith each other, fun’s over.”
“Yay us,” he deadpanned, and I couldn’t help but laugh at his snark.
“You okay with the rules?” I asked as I headed to the hall past him.
“Absolutely. No fun, no food, no fucking.”
I laughed out loud as I turned back to him. “It’s not that bad! Seriously, you okay with the rules?” I asked.
“Crystal clear, Red.”
“Good.” I hurried to my room, away from the heat in his gaze as he looked me over. He had only been in the apartment for less than an hour, and already he was making me want to forget my own rules.
Living with him? It was going to be a nightmare.
Chapter 3: Ash
I may never walk again. No, that wasn’t right. Icouldwalk, I just couldn’t stand upright. At all. Red’s bed had killed my back. And my hips. And my legs. And my neck, because her pillows were softer than butter with no support whatsoever.
As I tried to work out my aches while I headed to the stadium, I knew that I couldn’t spend the night there again.
Practice was at six this morning, and I had left her sleeping in her best friend’s bed. I’d left her a note, but I’d also pushed the door open to see if she was awake. She wasn’t, and, too afraid I would get caught hovering in her doorway like a creeper, I had quickly pulled the door shut and then headed to practice.
As I approached the stadium, I saw my cousins waiting for me outside. Gray couldn’t play, and Jett was gradually being transitioned back in, his shoulder injury healing slowly after wrestling Onyx out of the water.
Gray held out a water bottle to me with a chuckle. “She made it for you before we left.”
Jett gave me a warm smile. “Even got up specially to make it. Without coffee.” He glanced at Gray. “Queeny first thing in the morning, with no coffee? Not fun.”
I said nothing as I took the drink of blended “if-I-don’t-ask-I’ll-never-know-and-if-I-don’t-know-I-won’t-die” smoothie. It was fucked up that this actually made me feel normal. “Thanks.”
“How was your first night?” Gray asked me carefully.
“Her bed is uncomfortable,” I grumbled. “I feel like a human pretzel.”
