Meanwhile, he grabs the pillow he hit me with first and takes another whack at me. It doesn’t hurt other than my pride, which is severely bruised.
I straddle him, vying for the pillow that he lifts above his head, trying to keep out my reach.
He leans forward, which forces me backward, and with my legs at either side, it’s not enough to hold on. I’m forced to wrap my arms around his chest as he bends me backward, the pillow outstretched in his arms.
“Give me a hand!” he shouts, and I glance in the direction of footsteps as Liam emerges from his bedroom.
Liam smirks and shakes his head. “Fat chance I’m getting in the middle of that.” He gestures at the two of us. “When are you telling Luca about your situationship?”
Is that what we are?
“Never,” Ashton grumbles. “Luca will have my head, and I prefer not to be murdered in my sleep.”
I pause and finally let go, the motivation and fun slipping away as I climb back onto my side of the sofa and pretend to watch the movie.
Ashton’s brow is furrowed, and he tosses the pillow at me, letting me have it, like I won some grand prize.
Except I feel like everything just turned to shit in a matter of seconds.
Situationship?
Ashton doesn’t ever plan to tell Luca about us?
My head is spinning, and my thoughts are reeling out of control.
I can’t take it anymore. I stand and toss the pillow at him. “Is that all we are—a situationship?”
Ashton huffs and glares at Liam.
“Why are you looking at him?” I’m waiting for Ashton to answer me.
“Of course not! I like you. We’re just … keeping things quiet. A relationship would mean everyone would know about us.”
“Yes, and that’s so terrible!” I’m fuming, and I storm to my room. “Don’t worry about telling Luca because it’s over between us!” I shout over my shoulder before opening my bedroom door and stomping inside. I slam it forcefully behind myself.
Silence fills the void, and tears threaten my vision.
I refuse to cry over some stupid boy who wouldn’t even admit to dating me.
Grabbing my phone and Bluetooth headphones, I blast angry metal to dull the heartache.
I will not cry over Ashton Rinaldi.
Flopping onto my bed, I shut my eyes and drown the world out.
Seconds tick away, and my heart pounds with the beat of the music. I don’t hear anything, but it’s Ashton’s hands that jolt me back to reality as he nudges my arm.
My eyes flash open, and I’m ready to kill him. “Go away!”
He gestures to the earbuds, and I remove my earphones, glaring at him.
“I’m not having sex with you ever again. Get out!” I sit up, my feet grazing the floor as I perch myself at the edge of the bed.
His jaw twitches. “You know we’re more than a situationship, Nova. I really like you.” Ashton shuffles his feet. I can sense he’s uncomfortable confessing his feelings after I’ve screamed at him and broken things off.
Well, good.
He was an asshole.
