I don’t know what comes over me. Maybe I’m crazy, or I might be just an idiot. But rather than retracing my steps to get back to class, I charge toward the tree.
“I saw you.” I yell. “You can run away if you want, but I fucking saw you.”
Rather than running, they stop in their tracks and come out of their hiding spot.
The dark clothes are a set of sweatpants and a hoodie, and now that I can see them from close enough, I notice the Star Cove Knights logo embroidered on the top left.
“Nash?” I gasp when he takes off the hood. “What the fuck? Why were you following me?”
His green eyes are so dark right now that they almost look black; a muscle in his jaw jumps before he speaks. “I wasn’t.”
It’s impossible to stop myself from rolling my eyes. “Is that really what you want to go with? Like you haven’t been hiding behind that tree for the past few minutes?”
“Fine.” His probing gaze roves all over my face as if he were looking for something. “I just wanted to make sure you were ok.”
I raise my voice. “Really? Is that how you check on your friends? Hiding in the shadows like a creep?”
The corners of his lips curl up as if he were amused, but it’s just for a second. “Are we friends now?”
“You tell me, Nash. I thought we were.”
His jaw ticks again. “Is that what you want? Putting me in the friend zone? It looks like you chose them.”
I rear back as if he had slapped me. “What are you talking about?”
“I saw you come out of that room with them last night. After you and Tucker were dry humping each other on the dance floor. You were in that roomwith him for a long time, and then Colsen came in. Call me crazy, but I don’t think you guys were playing board games in that room. So I assume you were fucking. You chose them over me.”
It isn’t a question.
“No, we weren’t playing board games, you’re right. And you’re jealous.”
Mine isn’t a question either.
Nash closes the distance between us with a sudden movement, so fast that I don’t realize what’s happening until my back hits the trunk of the tree he has been hiding behind.
His tall, strong body touches mine. “I told you I’m not the sharing type. Answer my question, Trouble. Did you choose them?”
Our noses are touching. His warm, minty breath fans over my lips, making me shiver.
“No.”
“Then what the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to fucking kill me?”
I blink, confused. “Kill you?” Does Nash know?
“Yes, Trouble. Kill me. What do you think it does to me knowing that you were fucking both of my teammates in that room last night?”
“So youarejealous.”
His big, slightly rough hand closes around my throat, pinning me to the tree. His touch is strangely gentle, though. Nash is just keeping me there; he isn’t trying to restrict my airways.
The pad of his thumb is actually stroking the spot behind my ear as he presses his body against mine.
He’s rock hard.
“Of course I’m fucking jealous!” He growls. “I wanted to burst into that room and kill them both for touching you.”
A zing of fear travels down my spine, collecting into a pool of heat between my thighs. “Why didn’t you?” I whisper.
