Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
And then there’s Sydney and Brayden. She’s probably the only girl on campus who didn’t swoon at the dark-haired football player’s feet. Brayden had a reputation as a playboy and Sydney didn’t want anything to do with him. Turns out, they were perfect for each other.
From what I’ve learned, Sasha and Easton have been best friends since they were in diapers. I’m not sure who decided they wanted more or if it was a mutual decision on their part, but they’re adorable together. They know each other so well and can finish each other’s sentences.
Now that Asher and I have been together for a couple of months, I’ve also gotten to know Elle and Carson. Elle is Brayden’s younger sister and a theater major with dreams of starring on Broadway. Carson has been Brayden’s best friend since elementary school, so the three of them have known each other a long time. I’m not sure when they got together, because apparently there was some sneaking around going on. All I know is that Brayden wasn’t happy about their relationship when he found out about it, but he seems to have mellowed.
And lastly, there’s Crosby and Brooke. It’s funny, because they seem like opposites in every way. I’ve caught sight of Crosby on campus, and he’s always struck me as dark and moody. Add the lip ring into the mix and the girls at Western go wild for him.
With the exception of Brooke. She hated Crosby with the passion of a thousand burning suns. After she broke up with his roommate, Andrew, they somehow became friends. And then more. They’re really good together. She has the power to smooth out all his hard edges.
Since Demi and I went to the same high school and played soccer together, we’ve known each other for more than a decade. Now that I’ve been dating Asher for a while, I’ve gotten to know all the other girls and consider them my friends. They’ve turned out to be ones I can rely on and are there for me when I need them.
I never realized how lonely my existence was until the blond football player forced his way into my life. Not in a million years would I have thought we had anything in common or could even strike up a friendship. And yet, we’ve turned out to be so much more.
I have no idea what will happen in the future, but we’ve spent a lot of time talking about it. For me, there’s only Asher, and I think he feels the same. In fact, I know he does. At every turn, he continues to prove how much he loves me. I couldn’t have asked for a better man. Maybe I didn’t need him to sweep into my life and rescue me, but I’m so glad he did.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, breaking into the whirl of my thoughts.
I flash a smile before shrugging. “Not much. Just all the things I’m going to do when I finally get you alone tonight.”
Heat sparks to life in his blue eyes, turning them a darker shade. “Oh yeah? Care to share?”
“Nope.” I shake my head. There’s nothing I love more than teasing him. “It’s a secret. You’ll just have to wait and see.”
He glances at his watch. “So…ten more minutes and we can get the hell out of here, right?”
Laughter gurgles up in my throat. “I was thinking more like an hour. It is, after all, a party to celebrate your success.”
“You know what I think? That you’re trying to kill me,” he grumbles, pretending to pout.
“Maybe.” My smile broadens.
Kill him?
No way. I love him too much for that.
But tease and torment him?
Abso-fucking-lutely.
EPILOGUE
ASHER
Two years later…
The closer I get to our apartment, the more I have to force down my growing erection. Ever since rolling out of bed this morning, I’ve had Lola on my brain, and I can’t wait to get my hands on her. No matter how many times I have that girl, it’s never enough.
I always want more.
Actually, I want everything.
Am I slightly obsessed with my fiancée?
Yup. And I’ll make no apologies for it, either.
After being together for two years, I can’t imagine a life without her filling it. She makes everything worthwhile. The man I am now at twenty-four is lightyears away from the one I was at twenty-one. When I look back, I almost don’t recognize that person.
In hindsight, I was a bonehead. Other than my attention being focused on football, I was directionless. I played a lot of video games, smoked a shit ton of pot, drank an equal amount of beer, and screwed around with groupies. None of them ever made a lasting impression or meant anything to me. It was just a way to burn time. I coasted through both high school and college, never bothering to apply myself.