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Ava Mason, you’re a badass. Why do you allow her to treat you like this?
I don’t think love at first sight exists, but I believe in annoyed at first sight, and Colton is exactly that. He’s obnoxious and self-centered, and I’ll gladly keep my distance. He’s bad news.
“It’s not actually about her.” He shrugs. “Ava has a tendency to create trouble out of nowhere. I want to make sure everyone knows she’s under my protection too, so next time there’s a party, I’ll be free to do whatever I want.”
“She is,” he rasps, narrowing his eyes. “But she’s off-limits.”
“It’s not the first time I’ve met your sister’s best friend.” Clay’s eyes travel down her body. “This beauty refused to tell me her name. Right, Ava?” “Circumstances, you know?”
“For fuck’s sake.” He throws his hands in the air. “She was drinking. It’s only her second week here, and she doesn’t know her way around. What if someone comes after her? Tries to force themselves on her? Did you think about that before you kicked her out?” “I…” Those thoughts hadn’t even crossed my mind, and I hate to admit he could be right. “I…” he mimics me, and I glare at him. “You’re an ass. A real spoiled ass.”
Colton Thompson doesn’t do relationships because he’s too fucked up to be present in one.
“You didn’t care about my safety when you threw me out of the party.” She extends her palm. “My AirPod. Please.”
“I barely know you,” she murmurs, taking another step down, “but something tells me that yes, you’re stupid.”
There’s something about her—I don’t even know how to explain it. I feel different when she’s around, and I don’t remember ever experiencing anything like it.
“If you think that a girl can’t spend a night alone with a guy without something happening between them, then that’s who you are. You measure people against yourself, and not everyone is like you. Remember that. I’ve known Drake since I was a toddler. I’ve spent night after night at his place. I’ve hung out with his sister and him alone more than once. He’s family.”
Hey, bestie, can I occasionally fuck your brother?
If she were mine, I’d never share her.
“Listen, Ava has a temper. She’s a tornado, as her father often jokes. And let me tell you, he’s not wrong.
“Sure. And don’t worry: I will do my best to behave around her,” I reassure him.
Maybe because you chose the wrong girl, idiot?
I wanted to twirl her around and kiss her just as much as I wanted to spank her for her behavior. She’s unbelievable.
“If you meet a girl you like, one who causes your heartbeat to speed up, who is constantly on your mind, day and night; one who stirs such strong emotions within you that it is hard to control yourself. If you meet a girl like that, promise me you will bring her here and introduce her to me.” My face drains of color. I’m speechless. “Please, Colt, it’ll mean the world to me. Promise me.”
I do love hockey…but I hate the ice and all the memories it brings.
“Intuitive?” I bend down a little, inhaling her scent, and I feel like I’ve become drunk within a second. Like two beers have turned into a shot of something stronger. “Last year, I told her I wasn’t interested, and I needed to repeat it. She never seemed to listen.”
“Sure. I’ll beat the living shit out of him first, and then I’ll tell him to leave you alone.” He sounds so serious, but I laugh.
I don’t like Colton Thompson. I fucking hate him.
“You’re a dumb bitch, but I fucking love you.”
“I can’t stand her.” I ball my fists. “She lies and then goes on about her loyalty to your sister. It’s hypocrisy at its highest level, because if you’re loyal, you don’t keep secrets from your best friend.”
Liar, liar, pants on fire, Colton. You definitely care, and that’s a huge problem.
“I hate cows. And bulls. They scare the shit out of me with their horns, the sounds they make…” I accompany every word that follows with a punch in his shoulder. “But I’d ride the meanest bull at any rodeo before I’d ever ride your dick. Get the fucking memo. I don’t like you.”
“I can put in a good word for you,” I suggest. “To make sure none of your body parts are broken if you do ask my best friend on a date.”
“Part of your gang? Who are you? Jax Teller?”
“How about something spicy?” Clay motherfucking Rodgers. You’re the dumbest idiot I’ve ever met.
“Not really. I was just tired of all the ‘she’, ‘her’, and ‘freshman’ I was using when I thought about you. You have a name, and I like it.”
Enemies make the best lovers, Colt. –A
“We kinda decided to be friends.” I flash her a small smile, waiting for her reaction. “He doesn’t know what he’s signing up for. You’re a nightmare.”
“Though maybe not. Colton Thompson has been his best friend since elementary school, so I bet Clay knows how to deal with annoying people.”
“Do you think she’ll want to be your friend if she knows you made a bet on her?” “Colt, you’re a predictable asshole.” He closes the car door, and storms inside the dorm.
This girl is a fucking hurricane, and I’m right in the middle of it. In all honesty, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
“On a scale from one to five, how quiet do you think you’ll be able to keep?”
The girl might be a fucking spy, because she navigates through this place without letting me get my hands on her.
I desperately want to have her, not only in my bed, but in my life, and that’s why this shit scares me to death. What if she never feels the way I do?
The guy who’s had countless hookups wants me, as if I’m the only girl in the world. As if I’m the only one he has eyes for.
“I didn’t break any rules because I have none.” I move closer, standing up to him. We’re almost chest to chest. “And it wasn’t a date.”
“What I do doesn’t concern you.” I take off my helmet, my sweaty hair falling into my eyes. “I tolerate you only for the sake of the team.”
Serves you right, asshole. I’m so fucking done with you.
“Is it really that hard? To get into her panties? I mean, you did it pretty easily.”
Mental note to self: Colton Thompson, you’re a fucking idiot.
“You’re like a week late, Thompson.” She narrows her eyes. “I don’t remember you giving a shit about my safety when you let me walk back to my dorm alone after the movies.”
“Nope.” She shakes her head. “Physically? You’re my type. But your personality? A hundred percent no.”
“Who said I’m interested?” I arch my eyebrow, keeping my face impassive. “Your pulse.” I slide my gaze to my wrist, only now noticing that his hand is wrapped around it. “And probably your panties.”
“Colton, you need to know one thing about me.” I point my finger at him. “I never do anything I don’t want to.”
“I’ll try to live up to your expectations.” I take a bite of cookie and wash it down with my coffee. “Never thought I’d be competing with someone’s dad.”
“That makes me wonder how many people know the real you. Because something tells me I wouldn’t even need all the fingers on one hand to count them.”
