Page 113 of Ice Bet

“Did anything happen?”

It was a girl's worst nightmare.

“Nothing.” Aasher’s fingers dug into my hair. “I had my eye on you the entire time. We’re still not even sure who could have slipped something into your drink.”

“Sully?”

“He left before we came downstairs.”

I was confused, and my head hurt. I vaguely remembered coming home—if I thought really hard—but the more I tried to unblur my memory, the more my head pounded. “Was Gray there?” I asked, trying to think of anyone who would want to get back at me for something.

“No.” He was just as confused as I was.

“One of the guys who was involved in the bet?” That made the most sense, but would they seriously stoopthatlow?

“That’s what we’ve been trying to figure out.” We turned toward Ford lingering in the doorway of Aasher’s bathroom. Berkley and Efrain weren’t too far behind him, listening. “Do you remember who gave you the drink?”

The drink.

What drink?

Aasher unscrewed the Gatorade for me again as I sat and thought. I sipped on it before handing it back. “I only remember getting some of the punch because someone in the kitchen said they were out of beer.”

It was rule number one in the college girl handbook:Don’t drink anything you didn’t pour yourself.

“I’m sorry,” I blabbed. “I’m so stupid.”

I let my guard down, and although Aasher was there, and I knew that nothing more had happened, it could have been so much worse.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Ford snapped before storming away.

Efrain and Berkley followed after him, and I was alone with Aasher again.

His long legs were out in front of him, and that was when I realized he was in the same dark jeans and Henley from last night. “Did you sleep at all?”

I looked at the dark bags beneath his eyes, and he shrugged. “I was afraid you’d need me.”

“I do need you,” I whispered, grabbing his hand.

I shut my eyes when they blurred. My thoughts were messy, and my emotions were all over the place, but the one thing I was certain of was my need to keep someone like Aasher in my life—no matter what.

“Ry.” He swallowed so loud I glanced over at him. “We have to tell your dad.”

I sprung up quickly, knocking the Gatorade bottle halfway across the tiled floor. “No.”

Aasher was behind me faster than I wanted. He caught me around the waist and spun me around, pressing our bodies together. My ear pressed against his chest, and his ramming heart stopped me from wiggling free. “Riley. Someone fucking drugged you, and even though Sully wasn’t there, I am almost positive he had something to do with it.”

“Why would he do that?”

I leaned back and peered into his eyes.

“Sully and I have had it out for each other since high school. When I found out about the bet, I made sure to play my cards right. I didn’t want him to know that I was aware because Iknewit would egg him on, and now he knows that you and I are…”

“Did you tell him about us? How could you do that? He is gonna be the first to run to my dad, and who knows what he’ll tell him. My dad is going to kill yo—” Aasher’s finger fell to my mouth, silencing me.

“I don’t give a damnif your dad finds out about us. You were drugged, Riley. I refuse to let that go, so please don’t ask me to.”

This was a mess.

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