Page 5 of The Road to Finding Us

“Aspen, this is my girlfriend, Selma, and my twin sister, Lily,” my new roommate, Maverick, says from the hallway.

I give him a quick nod, too busy in a silent stare down with the annoying creature who punched me in the fucking balls and barely showed remorse about it. Of course, said creature happens to be his twin sister. Awesome.

The Ball Puncher, or Lily I suppose, continues to cautiously stare at me from across the hallway. She’s still standing a few doors down from us, where she’d been pulling her friend forcefully down the hallway.

“What are you doing down there, Lily?” Maverick asks, taking a small step toward her.

Yeah, tell him what you’re doing down there, Lily. I smirk as I watch her already large eyes get bigger.

The dark ponytail on her head swings around as her eyes dart around the hallway. She has to sidestep a pair of guys carrying a futon, her hand steadying herself on the beige wall when she trips on a stray beer can on the floor.

Maverick reaches her in a few long strides, his hand automatically bracing her by the elbow.

Lily swats him away. “I’m fine, Mav. I just wanted to check out the decor down here.” She looks around as if she’s truly appreciating the splendor. Her tiny hand taps the boring wall—once—in an awkward attempt to prove her point. Unfortunately for her, the only decoration is the stray beer can lying deserted near her feet.

I raise my eyebrows at her, wondering exactly how she’ll try to bounce back from this little charade. By the way she kicks the beer can around, it appears she’s not one to give up easily.

“Very, mancave-ish,” she observes.

A laugh escapes me before I can stop it, and the sassy twin sister narrows her eyes on me, crossing her arms over her chest. Somebody should tell her that pose showcases her perky tits a little too well.

Evidently, she didn’t completely take out my dick with her tiny fist, because I feel it stir.

It’s too bad this adorable little firecracker is my new roommate’s little sister and therefore, off limits, because she looks just like the trouble I want to get in.

I’ve only spent a few hours with Maverick, but I can already tell he’s a good dude. There’s no need for me to complicate things by sticking my dick in his sister. No matter how much I love the sass and the hateful glances she keeps throwing my way.

That doesn’t mean I won’t have the best time fucking with her for eternity, though. I have to give it to her, she’s stubborn.

Maverick tilts his head inquisitively, then bends down and picks up the beer can. “You must be delirious from all the unpacking,” he mumbles to her, before walking back to our room.

I glance at Lily to find her glaring at the doorway he just stepped through, glad to know I’m not the only one who’s earned that dirty look from her in the last five minutes.

My hands clap together, making Maverick’s girlfriend, Selma, jump. “Are y’all ready to eat or what?” I ask, patting my stomach.

Maverick comes back out of our room, enthusiastically nodding his head in response. He pulls the door closed, locking it behind him, and I gesture for him to lead the way. Not bothering to wait for me or his sister, he takes Selma’s hand in his and they head toward the elevators.

Now, I’m left alone in the hallway with Lily.

I raise my eyebrows at her in a silent question, then cock my head in the direction of the elevator. She’s the farthest from it, so I’m waiting for her to go first.

I’m going to thoroughly enjoy pushing every single one of her buttons. I can already tell.

That’s why when she breezes past me—pretending she doesn’t even notice me standing there—I place my arm around her shoulder and pull her snuggly against my side. “Want to help me decorate my room later? Your eye for decor is impeccable.” I lift my arm that isn’t around her, pointing behind us where her precious beer can used to rest on the floor.

She pushes against me as she ducks out from underneath my arm. “Get the hell off me!” She scrubs at where my arm had touched her, as if I might be infectious. It only makes me want to mess with her more.

We’re still trailing behind Selma and Maverick when I stop directly in front of Lily. I block her exit from the narrow hallway, so her only options are to stop or run right into me. She chooses the former.

“I can’t wait for us to be best friends,” I declare, looking down to observe her reaction.

She rolls those baby blue eyes, her thick eyebrows drawing together on her forehead. “In your dreams,” she spits back.

I chuckle, reaching up to tug on the ponytail that sits atop her head. “Oh, Lily, you don’t want to know the things I’d do to you in my dreams. I can assure you, it’s much more than what best friends would do. But alas, you’re Maverick’s little sister, which means I can’t.” I let my eyes travel all the way down her body, taking in every inch of her. “Which is a damn shame, because I can’t say I don’t want to. Only in my dreams, I suppose.” My finger taps against her small nose, and I hold eye contact with her for a few moments longer before turning around, leaving her gawking behind me.

I don’t look back at her, even after I catch up with Maverick and his girlfriend standing in front of the elevator doors. When we make it into the elevator, Lily makes sure to stand directly in front of me, blocking her face from my view.

All I can do is smirk. I can already tell she’s annoyed by me, which for some reason, only makes me want to annoy her more.

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