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guilt kept digging in. Again and again. She shifted at the uncomfortable sensation it left behind. “He's great with computers.”
“Oh, right.” Iris's expression blanked. “Vic. The one you say makes you drool every now and again?”
This time, Ash couldn't fight her laugh, and it did sound just a smidgen hysterical. Iris had made the understatement of the century.
“Victor and Porter have been friends since the third grade. By the fifth, they added three more members to their clique.”
“So you practically grew up with five brothers.”
“Yeah.” Technically four, because she never considered Vic a brother. Ever. “It was both great and hellish. More so when I hit my teens and became acutely aware of boys.”
“Brothers—the ultimate cockblockers.”
Ash snorted, then laughed at the fact that she’d snorted. “You so get the struggle.”
But that wasn't the whole of it. She'd gone through crushes on Grady, who was solid, and the glue of the group. Wade, who was literally a genius. Then sweet Oliver, who would draw her comics when she bugged him.
But there was always something different with Victor. He never put her in headlocks or gave her tips on fighting or gave her boy insights. When he thought she wouldn't notice, he'd watch her intently.
Years later, she could now name what she’d felt for Victor in her teens—lust. It wasn't girlish or fleeting, but the emotion would strum at her core, and it had for years. Lust was not love, so it was easier to ignore. Until she'd drowned her filters in rum and created an unmitigated mess. Ugh.
Iris leaned over and pulled the cup of coffee away. “I will give this back when you tell me everything.”
Ash glanced at the ceiling then shook her head. “Well, he was being Victor, and I didn't have all my filters in place.”
“Ashley?”
Nothing about Friday was fuzzy. She remembered all of it in great detail. Though she may have been a bit more drunk than tipsy...
“I've known he's had a thing for me since forever. And I was curious, too. You know that.”
“Just curious, my ass.” Iris looked like she was going to claw some eyeballs soon if she didn't get the full story. “ Ashley ?”
Ash sighed. “I told him to kiss me so he could do away with the mystery. He's always looking at me like if only I could grow a second head then maybe he'd want me less. And you know me, I'm a problem solver. So I solved the problem.”
“Ashley Hicks, what did you do?”
“His angst was annoying so I kissed him when he didn't go for the idea.” She winced at how she’d downplayed what happened. “Okay. Okay.” She spread her hands on the table. “I kissed him once, and then again because my world started to spin and it felt right. Then again because I couldn't stop myself. He—he tasted incredible and so damn addictive.”
Iris said nothing. She just tilted her head before she closed her eyes. “How drunk were you?”
“I kissed Vic. More than once. How drunk do you think I was to do that?”
Her friend started to shake her head. “What did he do?”
Her face flushed at the memory. Or rather, the memories. “He kissed me in a way that confirms he's had a thing for me for forever.”
“That good?”
It hadn't felt truly real until she'd spoken these words to someone else. She inhaled deeply and then forged ahead with the confession. “And then we had sex for about thirty hours.”
Iris's mouth dropped and her eyes widened from shock. Ash stole back her cup as her friend continued to attract flies to her mouth. If anyone could understand just how significant the affair was, Iris would. She could also provide a bit of perspective being on the outside looking in. Ash really needed some, especially now, knowing Vic was at her job.
“So it was that good.” Iris's voice was so high-pitched, Ash worried her coffee mug would shatter. “Did you tell Porter?” she asked in a scandalized gasp.
Ash’s stomach sloshed the coffee around at the
“Oh, right.” Iris's expression blanked. “Vic. The one you say makes you drool every now and again?”
This time, Ash couldn't fight her laugh, and it did sound just a smidgen hysterical. Iris had made the understatement of the century.
“Victor and Porter have been friends since the third grade. By the fifth, they added three more members to their clique.”
“So you practically grew up with five brothers.”
“Yeah.” Technically four, because she never considered Vic a brother. Ever. “It was both great and hellish. More so when I hit my teens and became acutely aware of boys.”
“Brothers—the ultimate cockblockers.”
Ash snorted, then laughed at the fact that she’d snorted. “You so get the struggle.”
But that wasn't the whole of it. She'd gone through crushes on Grady, who was solid, and the glue of the group. Wade, who was literally a genius. Then sweet Oliver, who would draw her comics when she bugged him.
But there was always something different with Victor. He never put her in headlocks or gave her tips on fighting or gave her boy insights. When he thought she wouldn't notice, he'd watch her intently.
Years later, she could now name what she’d felt for Victor in her teens—lust. It wasn't girlish or fleeting, but the emotion would strum at her core, and it had for years. Lust was not love, so it was easier to ignore. Until she'd drowned her filters in rum and created an unmitigated mess. Ugh.
Iris leaned over and pulled the cup of coffee away. “I will give this back when you tell me everything.”
Ash glanced at the ceiling then shook her head. “Well, he was being Victor, and I didn't have all my filters in place.”
“Ashley?”
Nothing about Friday was fuzzy. She remembered all of it in great detail. Though she may have been a bit more drunk than tipsy...
“I've known he's had a thing for me since forever. And I was curious, too. You know that.”
“Just curious, my ass.” Iris looked like she was going to claw some eyeballs soon if she didn't get the full story. “ Ashley ?”
Ash sighed. “I told him to kiss me so he could do away with the mystery. He's always looking at me like if only I could grow a second head then maybe he'd want me less. And you know me, I'm a problem solver. So I solved the problem.”
“Ashley Hicks, what did you do?”
“His angst was annoying so I kissed him when he didn't go for the idea.” She winced at how she’d downplayed what happened. “Okay. Okay.” She spread her hands on the table. “I kissed him once, and then again because my world started to spin and it felt right. Then again because I couldn't stop myself. He—he tasted incredible and so damn addictive.”
Iris said nothing. She just tilted her head before she closed her eyes. “How drunk were you?”
“I kissed Vic. More than once. How drunk do you think I was to do that?”
Her friend started to shake her head. “What did he do?”
Her face flushed at the memory. Or rather, the memories. “He kissed me in a way that confirms he's had a thing for me for forever.”
“That good?”
It hadn't felt truly real until she'd spoken these words to someone else. She inhaled deeply and then forged ahead with the confession. “And then we had sex for about thirty hours.”
Iris's mouth dropped and her eyes widened from shock. Ash stole back her cup as her friend continued to attract flies to her mouth. If anyone could understand just how significant the affair was, Iris would. She could also provide a bit of perspective being on the outside looking in. Ash really needed some, especially now, knowing Vic was at her job.
“So it was that good.” Iris's voice was so high-pitched, Ash worried her coffee mug would shatter. “Did you tell Porter?” she asked in a scandalized gasp.
Ash’s stomach sloshed the coffee around at the
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