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“Well, I hate it now.” I gritted my teeth. “You have to use your legs if you don’t want me to drop you on your butt right here. I can’t carry all your weight.”
Andy’s arm snaked around my waist as he started to walk with me to the RV. He moved to lean against the side as I unlocked the door.
“You’re not sleeping over,” I told him.
“Gotcha.” He pointed a finger gun at me, and I shouldered the door open, leaving him outside to fend for himself. He ambled inside a few seconds later and then collapsed on my couch face first.
That’s just perfect. Just what I needed.
I unzipped my fire suit. “I mean it, Andy. You’re not staying—” The sound of loud snoring filled the air. “Are you kidding me?” I hissed. “Great.”
I shut and locked the door, then removed his shoes, placing them on the floor next to the couch. At least he wouldn’t choke on his own vomit. I pushed that thought out of my head as I wondered how I was going to explain this tomorrow. Especially to Ezra. He was going to be furious when he found out. Because I wouldn’t be able to keep this from him.
No one hated Andy more than my best friend, and he didn’t hate anyone. Ezra was the friendliest, happiest, nicest person on the planet. He was going to show up here tomorrow morning and freak out. That was going to be Tomorrow Leo’s problem. Right Now Leo was going to shower and go to bed praying that when he woke up, Andy would be gone. And out of my life again.
***
When I woke up the next morning, I took another shower because I felt like the one I took last night hadn’t taken. Like my skin was still covered in grime. I did my hair, my skincare routine, and stared at myself in the mirror as I tried to gear up for what was about to come. Then I casually stepped out of my room to find that Andy was still in the same place I had left him. Facedown, still sleeping, snoring, and now, in the daylight, sexier than in the dark. I stared down at his jean-clad ass, the way the fabric hugged his thighs, and wanted to punch him. But I didn’t want to break a nail. Slapping could work.
“Wake up.” I nudged at his glute with my bare foot. When he didn’t move, I did it again with a little more force. “Hey, Andrew, it’s time to go. You’ve slept it off enough. Go find someone else’s couch to crash on.”
He turned to stare at me. “You’re kicking me out, Ricky?” His hazel eyes trickled over my body. “Damn, you look good.” He twisted his large body onto its side. “You wearing that for me?”
His features had changed. Gone was the boy I had fallen in love with, and now, before me, was a man. Strong cheekbones, pouty lips, and just the hint of blond stubble sprinkled his jawline. I had to resist the urge to straddle his thick thighs, lick his face, and bite him. Drag my cheeks over his facial hair to feel the delicious burn against my skin.
“You wish.” I clutched at the white robe around my shoulders and pulled it against my chest. “Get up and get out.”
Andy smirked at me as a piece of dirty-blond hair fell into his hazel eyes. “Nah, I think I’ll stay a little while longer. Take in the view.” He continued to stare at me like he was trying to remember what I looked like naked. “Do you have any coffee?”
“No.” I did, but I’d be damned if I was going to offer him any. He could fend for himself.
He eased his giant body up into a sitting position as he continued to undress me with his eyes. God, why didn’t I just put on sweats and a t-shirt?
“The shorts really work for you, Ricky. You know how much I like your legs.” He dragged a hand through his messy hair.
I glared at him, then turned into the small kitchen. I slammed the cup down on the counter and whipped open the fridge door when I grabbed the milk. I hoped Andy’s head hurt. I hoped his entire body had a hangover because—
“Don’t fucking touch me!” I spun around when I felt a hand on my shoulder. “I swear that I will kick you in the dick and not feel sorry about it.”
“Whoa, Ricky, calm down!” Andy held up his hands. “I just... I wanted to hug you.”
“Don’t you even dare.”
“Wow, you really hold on to a grudge.”
I stared at him, my breath coming out in angry pants, my blood pressure skyrocketing. “You think that this is just a grudge? You broke up with me. You told me you loved me, gave me a ring, promised me forever, and then decided that you wanted toexplore your options.” I used air quotes. “So yeah, I’m holding a fucking grudge.”
“Yet you agreed with me. Said you didn’t want to hold me back. That we could still be friends.” Andy shrugged.
I shoved at his chest. “I hate you,” I hissed as tears sprang to my eyes.
Those three words caused his eyes to widen and the color to drain from his face as he took a step away from me.
“Wait, did you think I still loved you? That I was sitting around all this time pining for you? Maybe I have a boyfriend. Someone nicer, better, and more well-endowed than you. The one who took my V-card because you wouldn’t.”
He didn’t need to know that I was still a virgin. I didn’t want to share that with anyone else.
“Aw, Ricky, you wound me.” Andy’s eyes hardened, and he clenched his jaw. This was Andy Olson, the professional musician. Not the boy I fell in love with, the one who’d scooped me up into his arms after I’d broken my leg, then refused to leave my side at the hospital. I didn’t know this version of him. And I didn’t think I wanted to. He was colder. Distant. And that made my heart hurt.
