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“Emma Patterson.”

“Well fuck. I forgot about her.”

“How the hell could you forget about her?” He wags his eyebrows suggestively, and I laugh.

“She’s married now, man. Let it go.”

Emma was in Linc’s class but liked ‘em younger. And we appreciated it.

“Uncle Ash! Come swim!” I look at my nephew splashing around in the water and smile.

“Hold on, buddy. I’ll be there in a minute.” I turn to Sawyer. “You wanna swim?”

He stands up from the chair and stretches. “Nah. I’ll see ya later. At the party.”

I nod my head and walk him out before going to change into my swim trunks so I can go swim with Viv and Baz.

I’m not playing house, but I am definitely making them a priority. And I don’t really give a flying fuck what anyone else has to say about it.

6

ASHER

Iwake up, slightly hungover and still tired from the party last night. Why the fuck do I let Sawyer talk me into shit?

Bianca’s new tits were nice, don’t get me wrong, but still not fucking worth having to listen to her try to decide if she wants a hot pink or purple car for her birthday.

I hear music coming from outside of my room and drag my tired ass out of bed to walk down the hall, following the music.

I walk to the gym and see the door is open. I’m momentarily transfixed by the sight of Viv’s ass squeezed into tight black leggings as she’s on all fours extending her left leg behind her, bending it and placing it back down on the ground.

Fuck. Me.

So that’s why her ass is so spectacular.

I don’t say a word as she repeats the motion with her other leg, and my dick stirs in my sweats just watching her. Her hair is up in a ponytail, and she’s wearing a cropped, sleeveless, black workout tank. Her body is toned and flexed tight as she works out.

She stands and starts to move to squats but finally notices I’m there and turns to face me. “Asher? What are you doing?”

She places a hand on one hip, and I see she’s sweaty and pantingslightly from her workout which only makes it fucking hotter. “Studying.”

She rolls her eyes and walks to a shelf across the room, grabbing a towel and wiping her arms. “You’re up early.”

I shrug. “Am I?”

I watch her throat bob when she takes a drink from her water bottle. “You came in awfully late last night.”

I lean against the doorway. “Did you wait up for me?”

She laughs at that, placing the water bottle on the shelf. “Nope. I did hear you come in though.”

“Do I have a curfew?”

“No. Of course not. As long as you don’t wake Sebastian, I don’t care what time you come home.”

She hops on the treadmill and turns it on. I can’t help but notice she seems even more tense than normal.

“You okay?”

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