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“Have you ever had a weird end to a hookup?” I blurt.
If I don’t discuss this with someone, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.
And probably play like crap tonight.
My gaze remains on the road, but I can feel Morgan looking at me.
“What do you mean by weird?”
“Like…she just took off. At the end.”
“You’re asking me forgirl advice?”
“Forget it,” I mutter. I should have known he’d make a thing about it.
Before he got with Harlow, Conor was usually with a different girl at every party. Hunter’s more discreet than either of us. Heprefers to pass out his disgusting Jell-O shots than flirt with anyone. I’ve seen him make out with chicks, but they’ve been rare occurrences. He mostly focuses on school and hockey and considers having more than one drink a wild night out.
“Maybe you were off your game,” he suggests.
I snort. “That doesn’t happen. Besides, she was blowing me.”
“Did you come?”
I side-eye him. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“You asked for my advice, Phillips. I’m trying to gather information about what happened so I can give you some.”
I sigh. “Yes, I came.”
“Did you thank her?” Hunter asks.
“Thankher? I swear, if you suggest sending her a card or something…”
He snorts a laugh. “I mean reciprocate, you idiot. Did she get off?”
“I was planning to. We got…interrupted. It sounded like someone was coming over. Then she took off before I could say or do anything.”
“Wait, where was this?”
“The library.”
Hunter makes a face. “Guess I’ll be studying at home from now on. Wouldn’t want to walk in on you and…” He tilts his head. “Who was the chick?”
“Why do you care?”
“Why won’t you tell me?” He taps his fingers against the door. “I swear, if it’s a professor and you get kicked off the team and out of school—”
“Relax, Morgan, she’s a junior.”
Too late, I realize I should have just said student. Specifying her year was totally unnecessary.
“Holy fuck. It’s Rylan Keller, isn’t it?”
“No,” I answer with no confidence.
Hunter groans. When I glance over, he’s rubbing a palm across his face. “Goddammit, Aidan.”
“What? She’s twenty-one. Age appropriate.”
