her, worships her, and loves her with his whole being. After her bad decision to chase after a guy who never really cared for her and then her feelings about always being overlooked because she thought she didn’t live up to Shelli, I am happy she has found someone who loves her for her. I’ve wanted this for her for as long as I can remember. I honestly don’t know how she keeps her hands off him and keeps from screaming from the rooftops that she is crazy, heels over head in love with him. And he loves her!
I say that because I’m struggling like no other not to do that myself.
And Asher doesn’t even love me.
Shelli and Aiden’s newest apartment is adorable. I wouldn’t expect anything less from the two of them. It’s an open concept for the kitchen, living room, and dining room area. It’s all so wide and spacious, and the décor is a mix of Shelli and Aiden. I’m calling it Country Posh. I should brand that because they’ve somehow put together Aiden’s extraness for very expensive things with Shelli’s down-home style. One would think it’s just a mason jar, but look closer, and you’ll see it’s gold plated with real flowers inside that Aiden pays someone to come in and change every week.
It’s so over the top, but so them.
Like they do everywhere else, Shelli and Aiden glow in their home. They are so sickly sweet in love that it makes my teeth hurt, but not many can say they fell in love with their future husband when they were nine and never stopped. Shelli can. All those years we spent teasing her and mocking her when she would say she was going to be Mrs. Aiden Brooks, I kind of feel silly for now. She knew what she wanted, and I should have respected that. Especially when she made it happen.
Meanwhile, I’m in my feelings for my best friend and too much of a coward to do anything about it.
Their table seats ten, but there are only seven of us all gathered around as we play Phase Ten. I’m somehow stuck between Posey and Boon, which, to everyone else, seems normal since Posey is my bestie. But what they don’t know is that when Posey leans on the back of my chair, she’s doing it so she can touch Boon. I’m also in the direct line of their sinful looks. I swear, I’m getting hot from the way Boon is looking at Posey like she’s an empty net goal.
Wow, you can take the hockey kid out of the hockey household, but you can’t take the hockey out of the kid.
Across from me are Asher and Aiden, with Shelli tucked up under his arm. Wes, Boon and Aiden’s close friend and linemate, sits at the head of the table. He’s dubbed himself the single of the night, even though Asher and I have told him many times we aren’t together. If I weren’t so in love with Asher and maybe ready to accept nothing will happen with him, I would straight up holler at Wes. He is beautiful and obviously a bad boy. He has this light blondish hair that is wild and unruly. His deep blue eyes remind me of the ocean, and he’s huge. Taller than Asher and way thicker. His lips are plump, and his teeth are white and straight. I’m pretty sure they’re fake, hockey player and all, but who cares. The dude is hot. He is definitely someone who could give me a good time but not get close enough for me to feel something.
Too bad he isn’t Asher.
I need to get laid.
One would think, by now, I would have. It’s been a little over three weeks and I’m still very much talking to Taco, but I guess he realizes I want to take it slow. Or, at least, he hasn’t pushed for anything. We’re in the middle of volleyball season, so I play at least three games a week. I refuse to allow my grades to slip to spend time with him, so I’ve only seen him a few times. We’re supposed to go out later tonight, but I’m having way more fun here. Probably because I haven’t seen much of Asher lately.
He’s been extremely busy too. He’s working on both jumbotrons and getting his condo squared away. The times we have seen each other have been at my games and then when he comes over to help me