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There it is. Now she’s going to let me have it for what I said to Portia.

“Isn’t that what you told Portia?” Everleigh takes another bite, watching me thoughtfully. “No wonder you get yourself into trouble.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You say things you shouldn’t.” She smiles, ready to take a bite of her food, but I swipe it from her hand, quick as shit.

As per usual.

“Hey,” she protests when I take a giant bite of her burrito like a complete asshat. “That’s mine.”

“Sorry, just taking advantage of my boyfriend privileges.” I grin at her and she scowls.

Damn. She’s really cute when she does that.

Chapter Eleven

EVERLEIGH

This man has a lot of nerve, claiming me as his girlfriend to deter a woman who is clearly still not over him, only for him to steal my food and take a gargantuan bite, because these men I live with? These football-playing, elite athletes?

Their stomachs are endless pits, and they don’t eat the best. I mean, we’re young and all, but they need to treat their bodies better and give them the proper fuel to perform at their very best out on the field.

I’ve lived with them for almost a week, but I see what they consume. Too much alcohol, too much junk food. Considering I’m majoring in nutrition, I can’t help but pay attention to what they eat and drink.

“You’re not my boyfriend,” I remind him pointedly. “Even if you tell other women that, it doesn’t make it true.”

“My bad,” he says teasingly, handing my burrito back over to me. I take it from him, scooting down the bench some so I’m out of his reach, which only makes him laugh.

Dang it, I really love the way he laughs.

“I probably shouldn’t have done that,” he says.

“No, you probably shouldn’t have.” I take a sip from the water cup I got for free inside. “It didn’t seem like that little fact stopped her either.”

“She’s pretty determined when she sets her mind to something.”

I set my food down on the wrapper I have spread out on the table, staring at him intently. “How long were you two together?”

He grimaces. “Definetogether.”

“Nico.”

“Everleigh,” he deadpans right back at me.

“Were you and Portia actually dating?” I wrinkle my nose. She may have been rude, but she was absolutely beautiful. I can see why he was with her.

Men. They’re such simple creatures sometimes.

“Sort of? Kind of? It’s not usually my thing, seeing a woman exclusively,” he admits. “But I tried to with her, and it was an epic fail.”

I would love to know what made this particular woman so special. Was it her looks?

Of course it was. She’s gorgeous and exudes confidence, with no fear in showing off her curves in all the right places.

I am nothing like the curvy Portia, with her long blonde hair and perfect makeup. My hair is a boring brown, and most of the time I wear no makeup because I’m too busy to remember to put it on, and standing next to her earlier like that, having her refuse to shake my hand, she made me feel less than.

That kind of hurt.

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