Page 68 of Adorkable

I blinked. “Feminine what?”

“Tell him you won’t have sex with him unless he tells you.”

“We don’t…I mean, Becks and I have never…,” I sputtered.

“Well now, that doesn’t sound fair.” Ash reached between us and grabbed a bottle of his own. Looking at my face, he added, “Spitz isn’t the kind of girl to hold something like that over a guy’s head.”

“There’s nothing to hold,” I said through gritted teeth.

“In that case—” He turned to our evil editor. “—Priscilla, I think you’re going to have to come up with a new plan. Sounds like she and Becks have yet to do the deed.”

Cheeks hot, I glared at them both. “That’s none of your business.”

“I don’t care how you do it,” Priscilla sneered. “Just get the info. I want it before anyone else, got it?”

She flipped her blond mane over her shoulder and strutted away, heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor.

“Sounds like she really wants that story,” Ash said.

I looked at him. “Well, I do, too. Becks just won’t tell me.”

“Hasn’t told any of us on the team either. I think Crenshaw might be pulling for Penn.”

“Hmm,” I said, noncommittally.

“Know where you’re going to school?”

“No, not yet. You?”

Ash smiled. “I’ve still got another year to think it over.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot,” I said, grinning. “You’re still a junior. Enjoy this time while you can, young one. You’ll be a grown-up soon enough.”

He shook his head, keeping his eyes on mine. “I’m not that young.”

“Yeah right,” I teased. “Compared to me, you’re practically a baby.”

“You know, I’ve always had a thing for older women.”

It wasn’t what he said, but the look he gave me that made me blush.

Ash just smiled. “You’re so easy, Spitz.”

I laughed at myself. Of course, he was just joking. Guys didn’t see me like that, and the only one I wanted to was currently over on the other side of the room, sitting on the couch, getting his scruffy cheeks rubbed by a line of people that’d formed sometime after I’d left. It was like they were at a petting zoo, and Becks was the main attraction.

Ash followed my gaze. “Does he really think that works? The non-shaving thing?”

“Guess so.” I shrugged as one guy took it a step farther and placed a passionate kiss on his cheek. If Becks swung that way, I might’ve been worried. He was a very pretty guy. As it was, I smiled as Becks tried not to look too uncomfortable. “He’s a great player, but he’s also superstitious. Three days before a game means no more shaving.”

“That’s just stupid.”

I shifted my eyes to his. “You guys won yesterday, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” Ash said, “because we’re good, not because of some stupid lucky beard.”

“I tried to tell him that.”

“Guess you and me are the only ones who think that way.” He gestured to where Becks sat. “Everyone else seems to buy it.”

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