Well, maybe one girl has?—
No. Fuck.
Stop thinking about her.
Yeah, too fucking late. My mind flashes to Maisie, to her eyes. Those drop-dead gorgeous eyes that I swear have me under a spell. I think back to the way she laughed at me on the ice the other night, like she forgot that I’m the annoying jock she has to tutor—just for a second. The way she looked up at me when I pulled her close during our fake hockey practice, and her breath caught in her throat like maybe I wasn’t the only one feeling whatever the fuck was happening between us. How I almost kissed her, how bad I wanted to.
Fuck.
I scrub a hand through my hair, hard.
I need to get these thoughts out of my head.
Maisie is… She’s just Maisie. My tutor. The no-nonsense, zero-bullshit, too-smart-for-me girl who rolls her eyes every time I call her Freckles. She doesn’t even like me.
But the way she looked at the party. And the way she was looking at me…
And now I can’t stop thinking about her lips. Those soft, pink lips. Wondering if they would feel soft against mine. If she’d push me away, or kiss me back, or?—
“You’re blushing.”
Logan’s teasing voice drags me back. I blink, finding him grinning at me.
I flip him off, which makes him laugh harder.
Nathan shakes his head with a smirk. “I think it’s nice you’re falling for someone.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m not falling for anyone. I’m just trying to figure out how to deal with these blue balls before they turn purple.”
Ryan runs a hand through his hair and blows out a breath. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’m saying this but…” He looks at me dead serious. “I jerked off.”
I blink. “Yeah, no shit, Ryan.”
“No, I mean a lot,” he adds quickly. “Like, more than usual. It was brutal.”
I arch a brow, smirking. “Little too much info there, buddy.”
His eyes narrow. “You asked.”
I laugh and give him a grateful nod. “I did. Thanks for sharing, I guess.”
My phone buzzes, and I glance down, my heart skipping when I see it’s Cherry.
My lips curl into a smile and I pocket my phone. “Gotta go study.”
Nathan scoffs. “You’ve never studied in your life.”
“I study now,” I say with a shrug.
“Bullshit,” Logan says. “You’re texting a girl.”
I sigh, already standing up. “I’m going to my room.”
“Tell her we say hi!” Logan calls after me.
“Tell her she can do better!” Ryan adds.
“Tell her to run,” Nathan says dryly.
