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I jumped, opening my eyes to Angel standing there, a small smile turning up her lips as she stared down at me.
The woman had a good three inches on my five foot six frame.
“Sorry?” I asked, hoping her presence didn’t mean what I thought it did.
“You’ve got a crush on Ash?” she asked, going for the jugular.
“Uh, why would you—”
“I heard the whole exchange. I’m surprised you didn’t notice me coming to the bathroom with you guys.”
The woman chuckled, her breasts bouncing with the movement.
Oh God…this was the moment when my happy bubble burst and she threatened to tell my dad if I didn’t—
“You should go for it,” she interrupted my thoughts. “He likes you, too.”
I reeled back.
“What? No he doesn’t. Have you seen him tonight? He’s completely ignored my existence.”
She laughed again, like she felt sorry for my stupidity.
“Yeah, he has, because you, darling, are off limits. He’s ignoring you because you’re the only woman at the table that he actually wants. The rest of us are just harmless distractions. You’re dangerous.”
Was she right? Was he ignoring me because he wanted me?
“Well, what do I do?” I asked desperately, since she seemed to know what the fuck was going on while I was a fumbling, clueless mess.
“Girl, you need to kiss that boy, and if he doesn’t respond, then maybe he really is trying to stay away. If he kisses you back, then I’m jealous and I want to know all about what it was like. Feral, virile men like him don’t come around every day, ya know?”
My brain started to melt, thinking about what ‘feral’ and ‘virile’ in a man could mean. It made me start to soak my panties.
“C’mon girl, I’ll give you a shot first, but if you don’t take it, I’m taking mine.”
I threw myself forward and pulled her in for a massive hug before following her back to the table where Ashton was lounging, the thin white t-shirt clinging to every single ridge of his chest. How I wanted to touch that chest.
There was no outline of his dog tags though. I wondered briefly why he wasn't wearing them. Then again, I hadn't seen or felt them when we fixed the Firebird, either. That of course, made me think back to two nights ago, when this powerful man had crumbled right in front of me.
It made me want him even more. To hold, to protect…to love.
This was such a bad fucking idea…but it consumed me.
“Hey Ash, the girls aren’t ready to go home yet, but I’m not feeling great. Will you take me home?”
His face suddenly became serious as he stood, forgetting everything and everyone else.
“You ok?” he asked, moving closer, eying me from head to toe, as if looking for some kind of wound or obvious signs of illness.
“No, I’m just…I'm feeling off.”
“Shit, yeah, let’s go.”
The girls all saw me leave with him and while Angel and Heather gave me thumbs up, Vicky used her index finger on one hand, and her thumb and middle finger on her other hand to pump said index finger through the circle she’d made with the other hand.
I almost felt bad for the lewd gesture, but I simply turned my back to it, curling into Ashton’s side, who accepted me and wrapped me tightly in his arm.
In the parking lot, he opened the passenger door and helped me up into the truck, taking gentle care of me before jogging around the cab to his side.
