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My chin tilts defiantly. “Maybe.”
“Which game do you prefer? Blackball or eight-ball?”
I have no idea what the hell he’s talking about, and that’s probably obvious on my face. I’m buzzed, my cheeks warm and my reactions slow.
Aidan scoffs, then shakes his head. “Is this about your ex? You’re trying to get over him?”
I got over Walker a year ago—when we broke up—but I don’t say that. “It’s aboutme. I might have grown up in Somerville, but everything else is new to me. New school, new people. I’m trying to fit in. To finally have somefun, which I thought you, of all people, would get.”
“Me, of all people? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“You knowexactlywhat it means.”
He shoves away from the wall, towering over me and blocking the way back into the bar. I’m five eight, not exactly short. But with an angry, six-three Aidan inches away, I feel tiny.
“Whatexactlydoes it mean, Rylan?”
Stubbornly, I hold his gaze. “Six girls, Aidan. And I know you weren’t a virgin when we hooked up. Are you really going to judge me forplaying poolwith a guy when we both know you’ve fucked most of this campus? What kind of sexist double standard is that?”
“I’m not judging you. But good to know thatyou’rejudgingme.” His tone is sharp and annoyed.
“Stick your little dick wherever you want. Doesn’t make any difference to me.”
Okay, I’m drunker than I thought. But I don’t take any of it back.
Aidan’s eyes flash like they’re lit with green fire as he reaches out and runs his thumb along my bottom lip, the rough pad igniting all my sensitive nerves.
I quiver, everything that was missing with Ryker rushing in. All the giddiness and dizziness and awareness. The butterflies and the weak knees. They drown out my annoyance that it’s all happening withhim, of all people.
“Thisfuckingmouth.” He growls the words with a fierceness that settles low in my belly. I resist the urge to shiver.
Instead I step back, out of his reach. “Get out of my way.”
“No.” He remains in place, blocking the exit.
My jaw sets. “I mean it, Aidan. The overbearing asshole act might work on some girls, but not on me.”
“It’s not an act,” he tells me. “You want to hook up andhave fun? Fine. Do it with me.”
I’m tempted. Very tempted. But my pride—plus the small part of my brain that’s thinking logically—won’t let me give in.
It was one thing before I knew who he was. Now, I have no excuse. I’m tutoring him. He’s on the hockey team. And…he’s in a different league. An experienced player who has slept with more people since we hooked up a few weeks ago than I’ve ever been with.
I lift my chin, glaring at him. “I told you—I’mnot interested.”
“Bullshit,” he says.
“You’re one of my dad’s players.”
“So?I’mnot going to tell him anything.”
I scoff. “You’re not worried he’s going to find out and kick you off the team?”
My dad wouldn’t do that. But I doubt Aidan knows that for certain.
“Do I look worried?” Aidan leans closer, erasing the small amount of space I put between us. “I haven’t told anyone what happened in that hot tub. I can keep a secret.”
“I’ll see you on Tuesday.” I push past him, relieved when helets me pass by. And a little bit disappointed, which I quickly quash.
