Page 192 of For the Fans

Okay…so I kind of let it linger because I was mad at Kyran, and I wanted to get him back for being the most stubborn, insufferable jerk I’ve ever had massive, complicated feelings for. But I wasn’t going to let it go further than a few quick tongue lashes. And if we’re being totally honest, Ireallydidn’t expect him to freak out the way he did.

I thought he’d make out with Lexi or something, to counteract my immaturity with more immaturity. But what he did instead was…somuch sexier.

No, no. Violence is bad. He really needs to get that temper under control.

But I don’t know, seeing him rage out and make a scene,forme instead ofatme… God, it just turned up the swoon factor a zillion times more. Which is obviously very inconvenient because I still have no idea where we stand.

Even more so now that he sent me that text…

Grabbing my phone off the table, I open it and read it again, for the sixtieth time.

Kyran: You’re right… I never really hated you, baby.

My lips curl into a ridiculous smile before I bite it off.

I’m glad he didn’t hurt Ash, or get himself in trouble. Though he certainly raised a few questions with his outburst. Mainly from Ash, and my friends.

But I was able to smooth it over by blaming the whole thing on Ky being drunk and hating Ash from high school. They bought it for the most part. And Ash was totally remorseful, especially when I returned to the dorm to pack up Robin and a quick change of clothes.

“I feel like you think I’m some kind of Chester the Molester…” Ash whined, lingering outside the bedroom, peeking at Frankie, who was standing watch like a guard dog.

“No one thinks you’re a molester,” I told him with a scoff. “I kissed you back, remember? It’s not your fault, Kyran just doesn’t like you. And he’s…” My eyes flicked to Frankie for a second. “Very protective.”

“Will you give me his number so I can apologize?” he pleaded, while Frankie stood behind him, shaking her head and mouthing the wordno.

“I will…” I hummed. “But not right now. Let him cool off a bit.”

I slapped him on the shoulder on the way out, leaving the dorm that’s been mine for nearly five months.

But truth be told, I was a little relieved to get out of there. Ash had been driving me crazy since he showed up. Especially after I found out thathewas Zeb’s friend who showed him my OnlyFans.

Seriously. What are the freaking odds?

It certainly made things more than awkward, having a roomie who’s seen you in all manners of naked, cum-soaked positions. And even worse was having to dodge all his questions about whoNot_Your_Babyis, and what happened to the account.

I think it’s for the best that I just crash here for a while… Until things settle down.

“Morning, sweetheart.” Frankie shuffles into the room in skimpy shorts and an oversized hoodie, yawning her way to the kitchen. “Sleep well?”

“Well enough.” I scoop Robin off my lap and set her down on the couch, wandering over to where Frankie is making coffee with her fancy cappuccino machine.

Her eyes shift. “Have any more hot phone sex with your stepbrother?” She smirks deviously, cocking a dark eyebrow.

“No.” I squint at her, tilting my head. “I’m still giving him space.”

“I saw you on your phone when I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night…” she sneers.

“He texted me,” I mumble. “And I may have fallen asleep trying to think up the perfect response.”

She chuckles, shaking her head. “You two are ridiculous. And so fucking cute it hurts.”

Leaning up against the counter, I rub my eyes hard. “What am I supposed to do about him, Frankie?? I have no clue what I’m going to say when I see him tonight at the banquet…”

“Here’s a thought.” She licks some foam off of her finger, before turning to face me. “How about telling him the fuckingtruth?”

“And what would that be…?”

“That you love him and you want him to be your grumpy boyfriend.” She grins.