Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sidelined Hearts : An M x M Original : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 16

Ashford Flirting is like scoring a goal. No matter how good you are at it, there are still so many things you have to consider for it to actually work. With Christian Thompson, it isn't at all like that. Flirting with him is like gambling.I can say words that'll make his breath come out harsher, make his pretty eyes dilate, and make him swallow roughly. But what I can't do, is make him agree that he even remotely wants to take me up on my offer. And I badly want to do that. Fine, I can concede to defeat. He doesn't have to follow me up to my room tonight—I have a date for that, but I can't seem to understand why he's so hell-bent on acting like I upset him. That is why I'm so fixated. "Don’t you have any decency?" His words come out gritted, and his eyes dart all around us, like he's scared someone might see us. I raise a brow, and smirk at him, like I didn't just tell him that I was receiving a blow job when he'd been badmouthing me. There's something about the guy that

Ashford. I'm left dumbfounded, and it isn't because I've never been turned down and blatantly rejected before—more times than I can count in one night. Although, I'm rarely ever turned down, that isn't it. It's him. Why is he so adamant? I mean, it's so clear in his eyes—the want, the need, the desperate urge to crawl inside another person's skin and seek relief. He can't hide it no matter how much he tries, but that doesn't stop Christian Thompson. No matter what I say, or do, or how desperately I throw myself at him, he still sticks to his facade. It's quite literally the most shocking thing I've ever seen. Most people—myself included—just take what they want, irrespective of how wrong it is. But not him. He seems to hold on to the belief that this is wrong, and no matter how much I push and prod, he won't budge. Maybe I shouldn't have told him fuck you, but why not? He was acting beyond disrespectful, a behavior I've never been known to take from anyone. What if that'

Ashford A cup of coffee can fix everything, anything at all no matter how bad. In fact, even the thought of a cup of coffee steaming and being made ready for my consumption lifts my mood. I glance at the man in my room, a different man from the one I woke up with. A part of me—a really small part that doesn't really care—wonders where the other guy is, but I'm too immersed in the brewing coffee to say anything. "Don't look so smug. You're making us pancakes." Cole pouts at me, before bursting into light giggles. I can't help but smile back. He's one of the most cheerful morning people I've ever met. It's not like I'm a grump myself, but he's perpetually in a good mood every morning. Honestly, his mood is always infectious. But I wince when I process what he's just said, and then full on frown. "I'm too exhausted after my night. Can't we just have coffee and then I'll go back to bed." I answer. He rolls his eyes so hard, I wonder if he has seen his brains already. “It's almo