Todos los capítulos de Best Friend’s Brother Shouldn’t Know How I Taste : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Eli's POVCoach Williams' office was the last place on earth I wanted to be at that moment. He was already behind his desk when I walked in, and the look on his face told me he had been sitting there working himself up to this conversation. Williams was a broad man who had played Division I hockey in the eighties, which he liked to remind us at every given opportunity. He kept a framed photo of himself from that era on his desk, right next to the college's athletic achievement plaques. He had positioned the photo so that it was the first thing you saw when you walked in.He let me stand there awkwardly for several excruciating seconds before he gestured at the chair across from him. I sat down."That hit on Reynolds, walk me through it real quick."I sighed. "It was an accident.""Oh, no, no, no. It was personal." He leaned forward on both elbows, a disapproving look in his eyes. "I've been coaching for twenty-two years, Deering. Don't sit on the other side of that table and tell me t

Kassidy's POVI put on my white dress with the small buttons down the front, pulled my denim jacket over it, and let my hair fall loose around my face. I stood in front of the mirror and applied my lip gloss, pressed my lips together, and told myself that I was going downstairs to have one good evening, because I knew that I had earned it.Downstairs, the living room had already been rearranged. All the furniture had been pushed back, and the floor was full of people. Someone had connected a speaker to the television, and the music was so loud that I could feel it in my sternum. I counted at least thirty people I didn't recognize, all holding cups, and they seemed to be talking at once.I did a quick survey of the area. Nova was near the far wall with a glass of red wine, deep in conversation with two other girls. She had on a black halter neck dress, and her hair was pinned up.I spotted Luca, who was sitting on the window ledge on the other side, alone with his cup. He was watching

Kassidy's POVThe morning after the party, I woke up to the sound of breathing that wasn't mine. Thank God I wasn't too drunk from the party, because my brain immediately registered danger. Who the hell was in the room with me?Swiftly, I turned over and looked down at the floor beside my bed, and there was Eli Deering. He was shirtless and flat on his back on my hardwood floor with the spare blanket pulled up to his chin, mouth slightly open, completely and deeply asleep.I sat up slowly, my mouth agape at the fact that this grown man had chosen my floor over every other available option in this house. Then I got out of bed, stood over him, and shook his shoulder.He stirred, frowned, and then his eyes opened. He looked at the ceiling first, then at the window, and finally up at me standing over him in my pyjamas with my arms folded."Morning, Townsend." He greeted me, as if waking up in my room was perfectly normal."What are you doing in my room, Eli?"He pushed himself up onto hi

Kassidy's POV When Monday rolled around, I walked into my Evidence and Proof class, the second of the day, sinking into one of the chairs by the walls.Simone, the girl from my Constitutional Law class dropped into the seat on my left with her bag hitting the floor loudly. Her afro was slightly flattened on one side like she had been lying down until very recently."Good morning, Kas!" She chirped. "Great day, isn't it? I didn't see you at Tort Law class.""That's because I had to dash into work quickly." I pursed my lips apologetically. "But I managed to do the reading.""Great!" She looked at my coffee. "Is that still warm?""Barely." I muttered."Tragic." She pulled out her notebook. "Did you do the reading?""Most of it." I replied. "I fell asleep on page forty.""Page forty?" She stared at me. "I made it to page twelve. Girl, you're a genius and then some."Bree appeared on my right, considerably more composed, her blonde curls falling in ringlets around her face and her laptop

Eli's POVBefore I saw my father, I heard his voice. How could I ever miss it? I would pick that grating voice out of a crowd of a thousand people.I sprang up from my seat, ignoring Devon's curious questions, and made for the front door. I was already feeling a mixture of anger and dread. When I got there, my father had Kassidy's hand in his, and he was pressing a kiss against her fingers."Kassidy Townsend," he greeted in that oily voice of his. "It's been a while, dear."Kassidy looked like she wanted to throw up. I stepped forward. "Dad."He looked up at me, and the warmth he had directed at Kassidy cooled by about ten degrees. "Oh. Eli." He released her hand and straightened up, looking me over the way he always did, slowly, as though he was taking inventory and finding me lacking. "You look rough. The season just started, and you already look like this?""Good to see you too," I replied sarcastically. "I can see you have missed me."He smiled at that, but the smile was devoid o