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It’s a sweet comment and even I can’t help but smile. When she reaches us, Asher introduces us and I start to feel bad for all the crappy things I’ve said about him. She seems so nice and the smile on Asher’s face while he watches her talk makes me a little jealous. Not like I want him looking at me like that, but I wouldn’t mind someone looking at me like. Problem is, no one ever has.
“I heard you’ve been hanging out with Brett a lot,” Asher says.
“Yeah. He needed a new wingman, since someone went and got in a relationship,” I say, laughing. Looking at Payton, my eyes widen. “Sorry. No offense.”
Laughing, she shakes her head. “None taken. I’ve heard it all.”
I bet she has. Getting Asher to settle down is almost as huge as getting Brett to. Actually, that’s not true. If there’s ever a woman to take Brett off the market, she’d be idolized and despised.
“Did he say when he’s going to talk to me again?” Asher asks. My eyebrows pinch as I look between them. “He didn’t tell you he’s not talking to me, did he?”
“No. What happened? How long ago?” Here I am going out without him, taking my anger out on him and he’s home upset about Asher. I’m such a bitch.
“Oh it’s been a few weeks now. He got pissed because he walked in on us, and I yelled,” Asher says, laughing. “I’ve tried calling to apologize, but he won’t answer my calls. I thought for sure he would have said something. He’s so damn stubborn.”
We stay talking for a bit longer, but the longer we do the more I want to leave. Finally, I tell them I need to get going. Not because I want to go home, but because I want to be the friend Brett deserves.
I knock on his wooden door and he swings it open, shirtless. Fucking shirtless. Tattoos covering him, muscles rippling, and it makes my neglected pussy start to ache.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” he asks, crossing his arms. Which only distracts me more. You know in the cartoons when their tongue rolls out of their mouths and they get hearts in their eyes? Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s what I look like right now. “Eva?”
Shit. “Sorry. I wanted to stop by and see if you were okay,” I say, as he ushers me inside.
It’s definitely a guy’s place. A guy who obviously doesn’t like color much between light gray walls, black furniture, and dark wooden floors. Reminds me a bit of being in the garage, especially with the black and white picture of a Chevy Nova hanging above his couch.
He closes the door and searches my face. “I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” he asks with a small laugh.
“I ran into Asher and Payton,” I say, lifting an eyebrow.
“You ran into them? Where?”
“At the bar, that’s not the point. The point is you haven’t talked to him and you didn’t even tell me. So I’m here, talk to me,” I say, pushing my hair off my face.
Tilting his head, his eyebrows dip. “I thought you were having a girls night in with Jana?”
Shit. I didn’t even think about that when I decided to come here. What the hell am I supposed to say? I’m caught, I shouldn’t make it any worse. I can just avoid it though, I’m good at that.
“Hey, don’t change the subject. What the hell is going on with you and Asher? You keep saying I’m your best friend, well prove it. Talk to me,” I say, hoping he just drops it.
“What’s going on with me and Asher is none of your business. Coming over here and demanding I talk to you about shit that has nothing to do with you isn’t going to make me sit down and talk. Let it go Eva,” he says, starting to walk away.
Grabbing his muscular arm, he stops, turning his head toward me. “You’re a stubborn asshole,” I say a bit too loudly.
Spinning, he gets close to me. Too close. My heart picks up, my breathing increases, and my body trembles needing to feel his touch. His lips are a whisper away from mine. His cologne is wrapping around me like a blanket. Those bright blue eyes are searching mine and it hits me like a brick wall. I want him.
“And you’re a nosy bitch,” he whispers.
Wrong. Fuck him.
