I padded over to her side to peer at the large heavy skillet on the stove. “Good morning,” my best friend chirped, glancing over her shoulder at me. Usually by pushing his buttons until we devolved into bickering. Luckily, we hadn’t seen each other often over the past seven months, and I’d been able to mask how much I was into him on the rare times we bumped into each other.

I’d been instantly attracted to Nixon when we met, but he had made his disinterest in me clear. Then again, his bachelor pad was bound to be a lot more comfortable than my dorm room. Heading into Naomi and Prentice’s kitchen for breakfast, I was happy that her brother had opted to head home instead of spending the night like I had. With that parting shot-a low blow that I immediately felt guilty about-I spun on my heel and beat a hasty retreat. Especially one who’s young and inexperienced.” I swallowed my instinctual response and grunted, “I don’t have time for a woman or their drama. “Oh? Does that mean you’re looking for a relationship?” Ember asked, her tone and expression curious. “How would you know?” she snipped haughtily, parroting my earlier phrase. “There are plenty of men out there who want more than just a fling.” I nodded to her friend and turned to go, then paused and swung my head back around. “See ya later, Nix!” My sister called before disappearing into Ember’s bedroom.

It looked like hurt flashed in her green eyes for a moment, but then it was gone, so I thought maybe I’d imagined it. Spending any more time with her than necessary was dangerous. “Let me take you both to dinner to thank you,” Ember offered, giving me a genuine smile. It took less than an hour to finish bringing Ember’s belongings from the moving van into her dorm suite. Since neither option would help the state of my mind-and dick-–I turned on my heel and went to grab more of her stuff. I wasn’t sure whether to be amused or insulted. Her eyes suddenly perused my body from top to bottom. “And that makes you an expert on fucking football players?” I shoved that thought aside to examine later. “How would you know?” My tone was tight from trying to rein in the rage that burned in my gut at the thought of Ember with…any man who wasn't me. And a sexy football player is perfect for that kind of thing.” “Sometimes, women need a little meaningless relief, too. Girls are too emotional.”Įmber put her hand back on her hips and huffed. “Second, even if she did”–-my stomach roiled at the idea of my sister doing that-“do that, flings are never a good idea. Health Insurance for International Students in Canada

Interception by Fiona Davenport