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fucking amazing. So, as your roommate and best friend, I say this with all the love in the world. Get you’re pretty little ass out there and show him he doesn’t matter.” She smiles and yanks me out of the chair, pushing me toward the door.
    “Aria,” I whine before turning and stopping in front of her.
    She looks up at me, showing me she isn’t going to put up with my nonsense. “Yeah?”
    I give up. “Thanks for being such an amazing friend,” I say. She’s right. I’m being dramatic.
    “Listen, let ’s not do mushy-gushy friendship stuff tonight.” Then she smacks my ass. “Go get ‘em, tiger,” she offers as she pushes me into the hall where Asher is leaning against the wall and looking so damn sexy. Crap . I’m screwed.
    As soon as we walk out, he lifts his head and our eyes lock. Aria swaggers over to him.
    “We’re done , hot stuff. After you finish what I am sure will be a witty conversation with her, you might want to request the song Open Arms by Journey .” She winks at him, laughing at her own joke, and walks back to the girls.
    I cross my arms. Damn he looks so attractive . Lucky wall to have him pressed against it. He has one leg bent at the knee and the other on the floor. Asher’s demeanor seems timid with one hand in each front pocket. The way he’s looking at me, all vulnerable, is completely different than the cocky guy I’ve come to briefly know and hate.
    Tonight , he’s wearing dark blue jeans, black boots, a black t-shirt, and his leather wristbands. He bites his lip and all I can think about is biting it for him. Holy crap, I really need to get my hormones in check. I’m acting like a crazy fan girl.
    He just watches me pensively. At the uncomfortable silence, I begin to fidget before ending it.
    “Funny. She’s dead but funny,” I mutter , pointing toward where Aria just exited.
    Asher nods his head in slow motion as if he agrees. “She’s a friend of yours?”
    I pause , shocked at his sincere tone. “Yeah. That’s my roommate, Aria. I came here tonight with her and two other friends. They forced me to dress up and come out. Apparently, I need to have more fun or whatever,” I babble in an odd, nervous manner.
    Asher’s eyes lock onto my hazel ones for a while then release them as they dip and roam up my body. Blue irises take me in bit by bit. Every look feels like a caress across my skin, starting at my shoes, extending over my legs, dress, lips and finally they fasten back onto my eyes. “I noticed.” His voice is deep and full of promise.
    Heat spreads in my body as his scent wafts over to me.  I need to get myself under control and fast. “Where’s your blonde friend?” I ask, my tone a bit rude.
    Asher lifts his eyebrows in surprise , assessing me for a moment before tilting his lips sensually and cocking his head to the side. “Are you jealous, siren?” he asks, dropping his voice to a seductive tone before taking a step toward me. 
    I take a step back . If he gets too close, I won’t recover. “No.” I quiver inside.
    He takes another step forward. I retreat again. “I think you are.”
    “I promise you, I’m not. ” I tilt my chin up, not giving in. He’s so close now my traitorous body craves him instinctively.
    Asher’s face becomes serious as he leans in so we’re nose-to-nose. I part my lips as his eyes dart to them and he whispers, “Good, because I’m indifferent to your envy.” His eyes hold mine.
    I exhale the hurt of his statement and then breathe in a deep, cleansing breath in order to regain my composure and attempt to brush off his rejection. “I should get back.” I point to the end of the hall, my escape from the uneasiness.
    Asher heaves a sigh and backs off, putting space between us. “Actually, I want you to leave. This really isn’t a proper place for you to be,” he orders.
    “Excuse me?” My voice rises with irritation. “Who the fuck do you think you are giving me orders?” The hurt from the rejection