Kole narrows his eyes. “I’m serious, Asher. This whole kissing when we’re not studying and sharing a bed after sex … it … it blurs lines.”
Holy shit.
Holy. Shit.
“Is Mr. It’s Impossible to Fall For You Because You’re A Stupid Jock catching feelings?” I can’t stop the smile from taking over because the idea of that? My heart wants to damn explode.
“No,” he whines. It’s way too emphatic and high-pitched to be the truth though. He clears his throat, looks me in the eye, and tries again. “No.”
I sing. “I think you like me.” I add a little dance in there too. “You really like me.”
“I don’t like you so much right now,” he mutters.