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Ashiara
It’s almost cute how eager he is to prove he’s not a complete jerk. Unfortunately for him, I know the truth. Billy hasn’t held back on the details of the promiscuity Tag throws around.
I wish he wasn’t so damn gorgeous. Why are all the hot guys completely full of themselves and total whores?
He walks over, and I swear his cheeks are flushed.
“Blushing?” I tease.
His head bobs with a bit of a laugh as he kneels down in front of me and unravels the towel from my ankle. I wish he didn’t have hair that desired to be touched.
My hand reflexively moves down and brushes a stray twig into place. He looks up, and his grin spreads.
“Can’t keep your hands off me?” he jokes.
My cheeks burn with their blushing color, and then I shake my head.
“You’re smooth; I’ll give you that. Too bad I’m already taken and your charm holds no power over me,” I mock a little too flirtatiously.
He’s that cocky sort of hot that gets under my skin. He’s so guarded yet sincere. Even though it’s all a big show, it seems like there’s something so genuine in his tone. I have to stop flirting.
“Well, I’m not trying to be smooth right now. This cut is a little deeper than I was expecting. I need to clean it up a little better than I originally planned, so this might burn a little,” he murmurs gently while pre
ssing the dampened swab over my affected area.
I grimace as the fire tingles against the cut, and then his warm yet cool breath finds it as he blows against it. I bite back a smile as he studies my cut very carefully.
It’s actually a little endearing to know Mr. Playboy can be this sweet to a girl he hasn’t fucked. Of course, I’m sure if he screwed me, this wouldn’t be happening.
All part of the game, Ashiara.
“Have you done this before?” I ask with a shaky breath as his hand slides down my leg to turn my ankle toward him better.
I groan inwardly at how good his touch feels. I was already falling apart when he was holding me. Now I’m barely fighting off a shiver.
“I’m a guy. Guys tend to get fucked up pretty regularly. You have to know your way around gauze, bandages, and rubbing alcohol.”
I laugh lightly, amused by his authenticity. He’s not trying to impress me right now, but he is.
The door bursts open, ruining the flirty air in the room, as Billy rushes in.
“What the hell happened?” he gushes out.
Tag doesn’t even acknowledge Billy. His eyes continue their examination as his gentle touch continues to work over me.
I look at Billy, wondering what he’s going to say now that he sees Tag’s hands on me. That was my only rule - not to get Tagged.
“Two drunk girls, a broken heel, and a gravel mosh pit. You can figure out the rest,” I grumble.
His eyes narrow down at Tag, and then he comes to stand closer.
“I’ll take care of Ash’s cut. You can get back to the party.”
Tag smirks, but he doesn’t pull away.
“That sounds good, actually,” he says mildly. “Since my dates had to be bounced from the weekend festivities, I’ll need someone to do the couple activities with. I should probably go talk to Rene, since she’s one of the few single girls here that I know.”