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Needless to say, I've been actively avoiding her. But Ronan seems to think otherwise – that I harbor romantic feelings for her. No, that's not it. I can admit she's stunning, but that doesn't equate to wanting to date her. But sleep with her? Well, that's a different story, and there's something seriously wrong with me for thinking like that.
"Alright, thanks, man," I concede, throwing in the towel and finally succumbing to his relentless advice.
A minuscule furrow appears between his brows, indicating that my response wasn't what he expected. To be honest, I don’t have the energy to argue right now.
Clearly, ignoring her isn't working, and now I'm obliged to spend tomorrow night in her company.
I need to regain control of this situation. If I can't avoid Sutton, I might as well attempt to befriend her on my own terms. I'll have to work hard at not letting my mind wander to those explicit thoughts and focus solely on being her friend.
A friend who happens to be a girl, but I'm fully aware that I might be inviting trouble with that decision. Trouble has been my constant companion ever since I met her – trouble that often involves me with my pants down and my hand doing things I'd rather not admit. I know I've claimed I want nothing to do with her, but those dirty thoughts manage to creep into my mind no matter how hard I try to push them away.
I attempt to keep her off my mind, but she's undeniably a captivating person. The guilt starts to seep in when I remember just how sweet and kind she is. Although, before the guilt sets in, the image of her naked body against mine has me struggling to maintain my composure.
I need to cut this train of thought before I end up with an awkward situation, like a surprise hard-on with my best friend right here in my room, with the door locked.
Refocusing my attention on Ronan, he continues to voice things I'd rather not hear. "You've got to talk to her tomorrow and possibly spend some time with her because I want to hang out with Leia."
The thought of being alone with Sutton makes my stomach churn with unease. I force a smile at him, responding, "Yeah, I get it."
He narrows his eyes at me, clearly not convinced. "But are you really going to follow through?"
Honestly, I'm still figuring it out. I'm a complete mess right now.
I decide to tell him what he wants to hear. "Yes, I swear. I don't want to go to a party, but it's whatever. I'll be as nice as possible, but don't expect any miracles."
Ronan rolls his eyes, trying his hardest not to break into a grin. "We don't have to stay long, just long enough to find the girls and talk to them."
Perfect. Well, maybe not perfect, but close enough.
"Great." With that, I shift my body and playfully kick Ronan, sending him tumbling off the bed. All two hundred pounds of him hit the floor with a thud. I can't help but burst into laughter as he groans and hurls some choice words my way. After all, he deserves it for stirring up turmoil in my life.
But deep down, I know I'm not prepared for what awaits me tomorrow.
Suddenly, the sound of my doorknob turning back and forth catches our attention. Liam's muffled voice calls out, "Why is your door locked?"
I mutter under my breath, "Jesus, Ro."
I rise from my seat and make my way to unlock the door while Ronan clambers back onto my bed. As I swing the door open, I'm met with the sight of Liam holding a slice of cake. The cake on the plate looks utterly tempting, and my mouth waters at the delicious sight.
Liam wiggles it back and forth and inquires, "Can I come in? I have cake."
I step back to give him space to enter, responding, "Yeah, we were just talking." I decide to leave the door open as I climb back into my bed next to Ronan.
Liam hands me the plate and settles at the end of my bed, resting his head in his hand as he gazes at me. "About what?" he asks, turning on his side to look at Ronan and me.
"His lover!" Ronan chimes in, curling up into a ball and breaking into a fit of hysterical laughter. I can't help but wonder what's gotten into him. It's as if we're thirteen years old again, and he can't mention anything even slightly risqué without bursting into laughter.
I grab the fork on the plate and shovel a bite of cake into my mouth. "I don't have a lover," I manage to say between bites.
I know I'll need to hit the gym for an extra mile in the morning to work off these calories, but the cake tastes so good that it's absolutely worth it.
Liam catches me off guard when he asks, "When's your next game? I think I want to go this time."
Liam usually isn't a fan of large crowds, and hockey games at Willow Park draw some of the biggest crowds, even more significant than football and basketball games.
I scrape the plate, making sure to gather every last crumb. I can't help but tease Liam, "Did you bring me this cake so I'd get you a ticket?"
Liam chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "No! I was just being nice. I swear!"
