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“And you’re okay with that?”
“Of course I’m not okay with it, but what can I do?” Ace isn’t encouraging her, but he isn’t exactly pushing her away either.
Pulling out my cell phone, I type a message to him.
Remi: Should I wear my old cheer outfit later?
Ace’s lip curls as he scans the text.
Ace: Jealousy looks good on you, Princess. Maybe you should steal your step-sister’s outfit and I’ll eat you out in it later?
Heat floods me as I glance over at him. He’s watching me, his eyes dark and hooded, as if he’s imagining doing just that.
“Yeah, you’re doing a great job of being discreet.” Hadley chuckles, snapping me out of it. “Good luck with that.”
We head for our next class, and all I can think about is whether or not I should break into the girls’ locker room later.
The rest of the day isn’t much different. Me and Ace text back and forth, teasing one another with promises of things to come. There’s a constant queue of girls all vying for his attention: Michaela, Lylah, even some brazen juniors follow him around, batting their eyes and pouting their lips. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me jealous, but I know it’s not their bodies he’ll be touching tonight.
Conner is waiting for me when I exit school. “Princess.” Her smirks. “Your chariot awaits.”
“Is Cole at practice?”
He nods. “So it’s just you and me.”
“I can hardly wait.” I roll my eyes playfully as I climb inside.
“So you and my brother, what’s up with that?”
My spine stiffens. Conner likes to tease me, but usually Ace and Cole are around to rein him in.
“You should ask him.”
He chuckles. “Is that your way of saying you have no fucking idea?”
“We haven’t labelled it.”
“You know my brother doesn’t date, right?”
I’m not sure what we’re doing constitutes dating—that would involve leaving the bedroom, which we never do.
But I don’t want Conner to know that.
“He took me for pizza,” I say, instantly realizing how dumb it sounds.
“Yeah, I heard all about your little trip to the Heights. Dumb move, if you ask me.” Conner puts his foot down on the gas the second we’re off campus.
“Do you have a problem with me?” I ask.
“Nah, we’re good. I’ve just never known my brother so worked up over a chick. Not even Kelsey—“
“Who is she?”
“You know about Kelsey?”
“Cruz mentioned her.”
“Cruz? You’re even starting to sound like him.”
