“I know he’s lying to get under my skin,” she adds.
“Maybe. Or maybe not.” I shrug as I grab a towel and wipe off the sweat from my training. Her eyes oddly fixate on the back of my neck where one of the droplets escapes. “Maybe Levi is lying. Maybe Grey is lying. Did you ask?”
My fist balls at the thought. “No.”
“Then you don’t know either,” Apollo says.
She shakes her head. “Grey wouldn’t do that. He’s the sweetest, kindest soul I know.”
I raise a brow. “People can surprise you.”
“I doubt it. And when Levi came to my sorority to convince me, I told him to get out, so he threatened Grey with murder.”
“Sounds like you got a lot of trouble on your hands,” I reply.
She folds her arms and leans back against the lockers. “You’re the only one he listens to.”
“Doubt that,” I say, snorting.
“He doesn’t listen to me anymore, you know that,” she adds. Her freckles move in a cute way when she’s all upset about him. “We don’t talk. We just threaten each other. That’s it.”
I raise a brow. “Have you tried?”
“I don’twantto talk to him.”
“But you want to use me instead.”
She rubs her lips together while she grinds her teeth, and I have to admit, it’s adorable when she’s mad.
“I’m okay with that.” I shrug.
Her brows flinch. “Wait, you are?”
“I’m willing to help you.” I grin as I hook my fingers underneath my shirt. “If you’re willing to help me.”
Aspen
Before I can sayanother word, he pulls his sticky shirt over his head, revealing the ample tattooed muscles underneath, but it’s the newly added nipple piercings that make my eyes nearly bulge out.
Oh my God.
Since when did he get those?
“Like my new barbells?” He grins, flexing his chest.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more perfect manly specimen up close like this. He’s ripped in all the right places, but the worst part is that he’s so goddamn aware of it that it drives me nuts that I’m not able to look away as he chucks his shirt to the floor.
“What do you want?” I ask.
He rubs his wet body with the towel, smiling at me from the corner of the locker room like a dangerous predator set loose on his prey. “You know what I want.”
I gulp at the thought. I’d be lying if I said it hadn’t crossed my mind. He’s been ogling me for some time now, but I never took it seriously because he doesn’t take anything seriously. Somehow, in my mind, I’d already decided he wasn’t serious about me either.
But what if he is?
And what if I was actually thinking about it?
“My body isn’t for sale,” I say quickly, trying to persuade myself not to ever take him up on the offer.
