“He threatened to expel Asher.” I worried my bottom lip with my teeth. “I don’t know if he’ll try or not.” “Thin-skinned weasel like that definitely will,” Elena said. I couldn’t let that happen. “We should report him,” I said. The group silenced at once. “Things have gotten progressively wo
When the administrative assistant in the faculty office told me that mates needed to be registered at the Academy, my thoughts came to a halt. After all, Asher and I were fake dating, not mates! She must have misconstrued our relationship. I could see how she would be confused. Asher was extremely
Asher’s heated gaze set fire under my skin. One minute, we were standing outside the faculty office, looking at each other, and in the next, he had my hand in his grasp and was tugging me, fast-walking, back to his dorm room. As soon as the door was closed behind us, he turned on me and pounced.
I met with Aimee in her dorm room. As she opened the door, she looked up and down the hallway before yanking me inside. Then she began to pace. “This nurse… Irene came to my mom’s house and asked all kinds of questions about the two of us. And Brent. She wanted to know if Mom thought it was weir
We stood next to each other. Asher brought me a cup of water. Occasionally, he would tap me on the shoulder and point toward something funny across the room. But we didn’t speak. We didn’t hold hands. We might as well had been two strangers existing in the same space. It was unnerving, and I hat
Asher pulled me out onto the dance floor. Slowly, I pressed into him as one of his arms wrapped around my waist. The other was wedged between us, where he held my hand against his chest, over his heart. Closing my eyes, I rested my temple against his chin. I savored his closeness, soaking up as mu
“What about the money?” Elena asked. “Coach said he was selling the pictures to fundraise for us.” The trainer, looking grim, shook her head. “Unfortunately, as best we can tell, any money he earned is long gone. Our coach has quite a few gambling debts, it seems.” “I don’t understand,” I said.
Elena was purposefully antagonizing me, by rubbing in how Asher was likely being hit on at this very moment by a slew of eligible women. I knew that, yet it was still working. Jealousy held me in a white-knuckled grip. All I wanted to do was dash out of this locker room, track Asher down, and beg