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Aidan takes another drink from his cup, then lets it dangle carelessly from his fingertips.
There’s no confusion or uncertainty on his face, just confidence. He doesn’t look wasted, but that seems like the only logical explanation for the turn this conversation has taken.
I thought we’d get through the remaining tutoring sessions with the minimum amount of interaction possible. Not have a conversation at a party that ended uphere.
“Went well last time,” he tells me.
“That was a onetime thing. I didn’t know who you were.”
“And who am I, Rylan?” he asks, sounding very serious all of a sudden.
Too serious.
Too intense.
Too unlike the carefree playboy he’s appeared to be all night. The carefree playboy heis, according to Chloe.
I don’t like thatImight be responsible for the switch.
“My dad is your coach,” I remind him. “You don’t see how that would be kind of awkward for me? Foryou, if he found out?”
Aidan shrugs. “You’re an adult. Are you really going to let your dad determine who you hook up with?”
“No, I’m not. And I’m not interested in hooking up with you, either.”
Aidan doesn’t look the least bit dissuaded. “We already slept together, remember?”
“Thank you for the reminder. It was pretty forgettable.”
He grins, and my stomach flips. “You’re lying.”
He’s right; I am.
I’ve also spent way too much time thinking about that night in Colorado since it happened.
Two things I’ll never admit to Aidan.
“You’re not my type,” I tell him.
That’s a truth, at least. Arrogant hockey players—let alone arrogant hockey players coached by mydad—have never appealed to me.
His smirk only grows. “Not everyone has good taste.”
At least he doesn’t bring up Walker again. Historically speaking, he’s right about that too. My taste in guys hasn’t been great.
“I’mnot interested,” I bite out. “Is thatanotherconcept you’re unable to understand, in addition to anything related to Stats?”
Instead of looking offended, Aidan still appears amused. Where was this tolerance when I mentioned his hockey stats?
“Maybe. We should have our next tutoring date in my bedroom, and you can explain to me whatnot interestedmeans.”
I shake my head.
He’s tenacious, I’ll give him that. If he applied half this much determination to academics, he wouldn’t need a tutor in the first place.
“Our tutoringsessionswill all be taking place in the library.”
“Right. I forgot you have a thing for semi-public sex. A bed is too boring for you.”
