I hate how much that hurts. I should be happy for both of them. Asher is great, and he will take good care of Angie. Angie is a doll, she’ll be good to him, yet my chest burns with bitterness.
I want to be in his arms.
I want to be under that gray gaze.
And then, unfortunately, I watch their lips meet.
My eyes drift shut as I lean forward on my legs, scrolling through Instagram. I have a strong will, and this secret I’m keeping is good and hidden, but even I can’t handle seeing that. I’ve only felt his lips on my cheek, but even so, they are soft and tender. I’ve dreamed of his kisses. Would he be rough or sweet? I want nothing more than to know. More than I need my next breath, but I won’t utter a word.
I fight back the tears. I know Asher said there was no spark, but that he would have a hard time resisting her. She is smart and so stunning. I love her, even if I want to kill her because of my jealousy. I shouldn’t even care. I have Taco… Though, he’s getting high with a couple of his friends. He says he’s changed, and sometimes, I feel like he has. He’s been very sweet, but he knows I don’t like him getting high. Especially here on campus. Everyone knows he is with me, and knowing my luck, I’ll get drug tested and have to deal with all that. I’ll pass, but it’s still embarrassing. I don’t want to set that kind of example for my team. I feel someone watching me, and I look up to see Asher walking toward me.
“Wanna play?”
Moments later, Asher is looking down at me. His eyes are darker, his lips parted, as he points to the chess table. I drop my legs to the floor and tuck my phone in between my thighs. I’m unsure what is happening and where Angie went, but I won’t pass up the opportunity to hang out with him. Might as well get my time in because I know Angie won’t let me be close to him the way Jasmine did. Mostly because Angie doesn’t want to sleep with me. Wish all his girlfriends would want to sleep with me, then I wouldn’t lose him as my bestie.
Wow. Not a thought I ever thought I would have.
I nod, my lips curving. “Sure.”
He sits down, crossing his ankle to his knee as I turn to the table. He moves his piece first, and then asks, “Where’s TacoFuck?”
I roll my eyes. “He’s off with his friends.”
“I’m sure that amazing smell is coming from him,” he says, sarcasm dripping from his words.
“Yup, he got some stuff from California.”
“How wonderful.”
I quirk my lips as I move. “Looked like you and Angie were having fun.”
He lets out a long breath. “Yeah, I think she belongs on a pole, not a volleyball court.”
I snort. “Yeah, she has always been the best twerker out of all of us.”
He looks up at me with his brow raised. “You guys twerked together?”
I grin. “Oh yeah. We wanted to join that Russian twerk team. Posey and I are awful, but Shelli and Angie are real good at it. But you know who’s the best? Amelia.”
He blinks. “Thanks…now all I see is all of you twerking.”
“Yup, and we only wore sports bras and thongs.”
He looks playfully pained. “You guys were committed.”
“So committed,” I laugh as I move. “So, where is the future Russian twerker?”
He exhales heavily, looking all kinds of disappointed. “Yeah, that’s over.”
I try to hide my excitement. “Oh. Why?”
He shakes his head. “Absolutely no spark.”
Relax, Ally. “Really? None?”
He meets my gaze. “She said it felt like she was kissing her brother.”
I cringe. “You used tongue, didn’t you?”