“Dude, you’re not seriously jealous about a guy who enjoys talking about animal science all day?”
“You’re forgetting that Felicity also likes talking about that stuff.”
“He’s her tutor. You’re her… person.”
Cameron chuckled. “He’s right, you know. You and Felicity are going the distance. All couples have highs and lows.”
“Well being in a low fucking sucks.”
“You’re still… doing it, right?”
I gawked at Asher. “What are we, five?”
“I’m just trying to help.” He shrugged.
“Yeah, well maybe we should change the subject.” Dissecting my relationship with Felicity was making me cranky.
“If you make it as one of the Heisman finalists, we can take a trip to New York for the weekend to celebrate.”
“Seriously, Ash, the chances of me getting shortlisted are almost non-existent.” I rubbed my jaw.
“Still, I’ll ask my old man if we can reserve the penthouse for the weekend. That way, even if you don’t shortlist, we can still go, but it can be a commiseration instead of a celebration.” A shit-eating grin tugged at his mouth.
“There’s something very wrong with you,” I grumbled.
“But you love me.”
Yeah, I did. He might have been like sunshine on a fucking rainy day, but Asher was my best friend. Cameron too. Almost fifteen months had passed since we left Rixon for college, but they were still my guys.
Always would be.
He pulled out his cell phone and I frowned. “What are you doing?”
“Texting my dad.”
Cameron smothered a chuckle and I rolled my eyes. “Of course you are.”