Page 60 of The Draft

“Besides, do you really think a guy like Alex could handle a girl like you?” He was staring at his phone, barely paying attention to me as he flicked through theChally Sportsapp.

“What does that mean?”

“It means you’re too good for any asshole in this college, and the sooner you understand that, the better my blood pressure will be.”

It was the most casual declaration of love I’d ever heard. Okay,declaration of love might be a little strong, but it did sound like he was giving a coffee order instead of telling me I was too good for anyone else here.

Blowing out a breath, I subtly glanced over my shoulder to Cade. I wanted to push Dash more, but I didn’t know how far I could take it with my brother around. I respected him enough not to kiss his friend in public, but that didn’t mean I could get away with some other things.

“Dash.” I purposely drew out the ‘a’ in his name because that was what I did when we were in bed together. Then, I looked back at him and batted my eyelashes.

That got his attention. So, with my back to Cade and Scotty, I gripped my neck and let my nails dig in ever so slightly. Taking in a sharp, almost moaning, breath, I said, “I'm so thirsty.”

Dash’s eye flicked to my throat, and his jaw tensed, but he refused to act like I was getting to him.

“Tell me about it.”

Oh, he could act like I wasn't getting to him all he wanted, but his eyes gave him away. He was staring at my hand like it was wrapped around something else. Granted, it was a heck of a lot girthier than a dick, but Dash was getting the point loud and clear. So, I pressed the pads of my fingers down and let out the softest of whimpers. One I knew only Dash could hear.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, but again, there was no change in his facial expression.

“Are you thirsty too, Big Man? Maybe you could get us a drink.”

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” I said innocently while stroking my neck. Up and down. Down and up.

“I'm just so thirsty,” I said again, licking the corners of my mouth before biting at my bottom lip.

“Fine,” he grumbled, and I stopped myself from smirking because I could hear it in his tone. I’d definitely gotten to him. “But I'm only doing it so I don't have to suffer through the boredom of watching Aiden continually miss throwing a ball to Adam.”

“I doubt he misses much. I’ve heard some stories about him. Have you?”

“Yes, and he misses all the time. Particularly with the one girl he’s actually interested in.” Those words. Why did they sound so menacing, and more importantly why was I getting a little aroused at his surliness? “What do you want to drink?”

“A Crushie Slushy please.”

“Those are only available at the rink.”

“What? Why?”

“Clue is in the name, sweetheart. Crushie. They're the Covey Crusher's drink.”

“But we're in California. It's always hot outside. Wouldn't it make sense to have them available?”

“I'm not standing here and debating Covey U's marketing strategy with you. You either tell me what you want right now, or I'll choose.”

I raised my hand flippantly. “Fine. You can choose because if there isn't something to turn my tongue a different color, then I don't want it.”

“I’ve got something that could do that for you.”

His eyes were dark, and he hadn’t stopped looking at my neck. My fingers were still clutching the skin there, and I frowned because I wasn’t sure how to take that. Was he flirting? I must have been dreaming because this was Dash. He didn’t flirt. But, then again, he was dressed, and that rarely happened in my dreams.

With his brows creased, he was still glaring at me, so I looked to my other side noting that Scotty and Cade were still in their own conversation, completely uninterested in ours.

Well, I guessed we could keep playing this game, then.

“Oh, yeah? Have you got something that could paint my tongue, Big Man?” I swiped my bottom lip and tucked it under my teeth.