Carter trails her fingers down my bare chest and I can't help but let my eyes flutter shut. I absentmindedly twirl a piece of her hair around my finger and open my eyes. Her head is laying on my chest and she is tucked into my side. From the minute she walked in I knew she wanted to ask what had happened between my dad and me. She didn't push though which I appreciated, a lot. It also helped that she let me peel off the big sweatshirt hiding her fit body.

I'm slightly pissed that the boys called her but after she hugged me I kind of forgot I was even pissed off. About my dad, about them calling her, and her even being there. Especially after she rode me as well as she did. I flick my eyes open at the thought of me and her. My hoodie hangs off of her small shoulders and it's bunched up at her hips showing off her lacey underwear.

I take my time to appreciate her body while she's focused on drawing patterns across my chest. I know I should talk to her and tell her why I was so fucking pissed at my dad. Or about why I'm pissed he brought up the NBA. It's my fucking dream to go to the NBA but there's a reason why I'm not going to the NBA my junior year in college. I want to finish off college not because I don't know if I can go to the NBA. There are already rumors speculating about me heading to the NBA but I want to finish college. Prove my dad wrong that the only reason I'm here is because of basketball. To prove that my brother didn't need to be pushed so hard. That if I ever were to be injured I could fall back on something. I squeeze Carter's hipbone making a small squeal come out of her mouth as she looks up at me with a glare. I smirk down at her as she lightly smacks my chest.

"Unnecessary," she laughs her dimples really coming out. I roll my eyes at her as she sits up a little her hair dangling over her face as she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. She sits up pushing the hood over her head crisscrossing her legs. Her brown eyes trail over my body. I can tell by her body language that she's itching to talk. I sigh as I lean my own back against the wall behind my bed.

"You are just a ball of anxiety, aren't you?" I ask her as she cracks her fingers. Something I know she does when I'm nervous. She looks up at me tilting her head at me.

"What, no I'm not," she defends crossing her arms over her chest. I chuckle at her shaking my head.

"When you are nervous you crack your fingers or you start playing with anything in front of you," I tell her. She instinctively sits on her hands frowning at me. She looks so relaxed and tense at the same time. It's insane how she makes me feel like I'm not dumb for noticing all these things about her.

"Well when you are sitting down you bounce your leg," she points out. I smile at her because I know she is right. She smiles back at me sighing.

"You're right," I say nodding my head at her. She moves her hands from underneath her and goes to crawl back to me. She sits beside me pulling her knees up to her chest. I grab her thigh lightly and tug her closer. I am avoiding all chances of talking but I know I have to.

"My dad wants me to declare for the NBA draft."

"This is Déjà Vú," she says looking over at me. Her head is leaning against the wall and her brown eyes are looking at me warmly. I don't see this side of her enough but part of me just wants it to be with me. Carter doesn't give off warmth very much but when she does it makes you want to tell her everything. I don't know if she has the effect on other people or just me but when she cares, she cares hard. You can tell by her eyes that she cares by the color of her eyes.

"I know, he's more on my case now than ever. The white paper, why I was so off about everything, was my invitation to the NBA. I don't know how he figured it out or what but he knew. He wants me to go to the NBA now just so I can help him dig his ass out of debt. And he wants me to do it now rather than later."

"Because you run the risk of not getting drafted at all," she states nodding her head. I can tell the gears are working in her brain right now. Piecing it all together like she usually does. Hearing it coming out of my mouth makes me even more pissed off but having her here and listening is slightly making me calm down. Even though it still makes me want to punch a fucking hole in the wall.

"My brother, Cody, he was huge at UCLA. Rumored first pick in the draft. My dad pushed him to his absolute limit to the point where he blew out his knee," I tell her distracting myself with her. She puts a hand on my shoulder and I didn't realize how tense I was until now. I loosen myself a little and focus on my hand on her thigh.

"And that's why you are so against him? Because he pushed your brother so hard he injured himself. I hate to burst your bubble or anything but couldn't you injury yourself playing more college ball?" she asks me as I rub my thumb across her thigh. She looks me over and her eyes are warm.

"Yeah, of course, I can. I risk injury either way, which is why I just want to finish out college. I could injure myself in these next couple of games, hell I could get hurt during March Madness. I just want something to fall back on, I don't want to end up in debt like my father," I tell her as she nods her head along with what I am saying. It's weird actually talking to someone about my dad. Usually, that topic is off-limits and has been since I came here. Once I moved out of my house in Maryland, I didn't look back. For the most part, I live down in Florida with my brother.

"I think you are doing the right thing, not going to the NBA this year. Did Robbie and Trey get offers?" she asks me laying a hand on top of mine. I give her a smile nodding my head. Her face breaks out into a large smile.

"Yeah they did but I think they are holding off on it," I tell her honestly. I knew Trey was not planning on going to the NBA until senior year but Robbie might take the offer. I know he has been talking to Miami and the Clippers. But, they saw what pushing a college basketball player to limits did to my brother. They would never admit it and hell neither would I, but it scares the shit out of all of us that this could all get taken away. With an injury, with a shitty parent, with anything.

"So, why is your dad in so much debt?" she asks cautiously. I tense a little at her question. Should I just tell her everything? I don't know if I could even if I wanted to. I know she is trustworthy and that she probably should know but I don't want her view of me to change.

"Gambling and drinking, he doesn't do it anymore. But, since he was so into it for so long and he played bets with some fucked up people, he got himself in pretty deep. My mom pays for the majority of everything but it's hard for her," I explain leaving out a few specific details. Like how he got so drunk he'd end up passed out in our lawn. Or how he pawned away all of me and my brother's money before we were smart enough to take care of it ourselves.

"What a fucking douche bag," Carter says sitting up straighter. I chuckle at her nudging her to sit back down. She doesn't as she stares at me with hard eyes, "I could probably take him."

"It's okay, while yes he is still a huge pain in my ass, I barely see him anymore," I tell her simply. She sighs loudly crossing her arms over her chest. "My brother is okay now, he pulled out of the draft, finished out college, and met Ashley. He's married now and has a kid. Her name is Cora."

"Well, at least you have them and your mom. Still, I could totally take on your dad," she huffs leaning her back against my chest. I chuckle at her pressing a kiss against her cheek. She leans against me again sighing loudly. "For the record, you are nothing like your dad."

I look at her in surprise to see if she is joking. She isn't, she is staring at me with all types of seriousness written on her face. I brush a strand of hair away from her eyes. The last thing I ever want to be compared to is my dad but sometimes I think I am like him. That some part of me is like him and that I will end up like him one day. Whether I want to or not.

"Sometimes I feel like I am, with my temper and everything," I state not looking at her. I don't want to waste my money away or my life away with all that bullshit.

"I don't know your dad but everything you are saying and telling me about him as well as listening to him on the phone, you two sound nothing alike. But I may be biased," she says with a teasing smile. I can't help but smile down at her as I squeeze her thigh. She lets out a little laugh too. "But seriously your dad, once again no offense, sounds like a douche."

I laugh again because I can't believe I am having this conversation right now. I also am completely falling for this girl and it scares the hell out of me. She somehow managed to handle all of my shit all while dealing with her own. I also watched Carter and her dad and know she has a great relationship with him. It sucks that I can't have that with mine. All mine wants is my money. Also, I guess some courtside tickets for him to showcase whatever fucking fake business work he does.

"He is in fact a douche," I say nodding my head. I pull her close to my chest and she rubs her cheek against it. I take in her warmth and her amazing smell as well as how nice it is to talk to her. Tell her what I can with what has happened between my dad and me. Before I got to college, I was a shitty person. Hell, freshman year I was a fucking douchebag. Ready to take on the damn NBA right then and there. Plus, all the girls and praise from ESPN did not help me. The thing that really helped me was Coach. He made me realize that I needed to humble up real quick or else I would fuck myself over before I even made it to the NBA. He benched me the first game for going out when we all were told not to. Trey and I were roommates freshman year and the two of us were fucking idiots for going out and risking that stupid bullshit. Of course, we do it all the time now but we were definitely careless about it.

"Well, I can give you some better news if you want to hear it?" Carter says with a small smile on her lips. I nod my head at her to continue. I need to hear something other than listening to all these thoughts about my stupid dad. She sits up a little looking down at the bottom of my sweatshirt. She picks at a string on the bottom, "Remember how I told you about my grandpa when I got my tattoo? He's getting better, he's in his nursing home now but he's better. My parents go and visit him as much as they can."

"That's great, Car. I am glad he is much better now," I say pressing a kiss to her temple. She wraps her arms around me as I wrap mine around her. She glances up at me with a smile before she lightly pressed her lips against mine again. I put my hand on her cheek as she moves to sit on top of my lap. I pull away from her giving her a small smile, "I am glad he is okay."

"Me too," she says meeting my lips again. I feel her smile against my lips as I deepen the kiss. I squeeze her side and she gasps against my lips. She pulls away her hazel eyes twinkling. "Asher!"

"What? What could a round two hurt?" I ask her leaning closer to her. She rolls her eyes at me but connects her lips against mine again. She moves so she is straddled over my thighs leaving nothing but her panties and my gym shorts separating us. She lightly rolls her hips against mine as I let out a low growl. She smirks against my lips and does it again. I flip us around and lay her on her back. I pull away from her and she looks at me with a confused look.

"What?" She says looking rather lost. I smile at her and she gives me a very skeptical look, "What are you planning?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to say thank you. For listening to the bullshit with my dad and the NBA," I tell her as she gives my shoulder a squeeze. Her smile softens as well as her pretty brown eyes giving me a weird-ass feeling in my chest. Almost like she took some of the weight from everything that has been going on with my dad and started carrying it on her shoulders. Just for the time being.

"I'm always here for you Asher, no matter what," she says looking up at me. I gaze right back down at her. It finally fucking dawns on me that I would do straight-up anything for this girl. She has been here for me and even though she can be a troublemaker to the max, she's one loyal person. Loyalty is everything. Especially nowadays when you never know who you can trust with your shit. I open my mouth to tell her, finish my story about my dad and what Kristen knows. But, I can't.

"I hope you know that I have your back, Car. With anything and everything," I say leaning closer to her. She nods her head at me lightly arching her back so her chest is flush against mine. I smirk once again and press my lips against hers. I trail my hands down the sides of her body before I lift my sweatshirt up and over her head. Her perfect tits are on full display for me to appreciate. Her chest rises and falls as her eyes trail over me. Her hazel eyes have turned darker as a smirk covers her face. I move back down to meet her lips as her arms wrap around my neck. I lightly rock my hips against hers and she lets out a soft gasp. I can feel the tightness in my gym shorts as I pull away from her. I trail my lips across her stomach as her fingers thread through my hair. I let out a low moan against her stomach as I lift my head back up to connect our lips. She meets me halfway her soft lips desperate against mine but I am just as desperate for her. My thumb hooks with her underwear band ready to take them off her just like I did before.

The door swinging open makes Carter pull away from me as fast as she can, "Asher it's time to fucking- holy fuck!"

I reach for my blanket and cover Carter as fast as I can while Braden stands in the doorway jaw dropped. Carter's face is red with embarrassment and definitely is flustered from what I was about to just do before we got rudely interrupted. He's fucking lucky I wasn't balls deep in her right there or else I really would be kicking his ass when I'm done. Braden slaps a hand over his eyes while Carter legitimately cocoons herself in my comforter and rolls off the other side of my bed with a thud. Braden winces at the thud his eyes still covered by his hand. I hear a muffled groan from the other side of my bed.

"Carter?" I say glancing over at her. Her feet are poking out of the bottom of the comforter and I think she is face down on the ground.

"I'm fine," she says quickly keeping herself out of sight and tucked under the comforter. I turn back to Braden who has one hand on his hip and the other over his eyes.

"I didn't see anything Carter!" he yells waving a hand. I pinch the bridge of my nose at the fact that my girlfriend is currently cocooned in a comforter talking to my roommate who can't even see.

"It's okay!" she yells loudly. Braden shoots her a thumbs up that she can't even see. I shake my head at the two of them looking back at Braden.

"Braden, get the fuck out," I tell him impatiently. He sighs loudly keeping the hand planted over his eyes. "Braden she's hidden, fucking idiot."

He slowly removes his hand from his face only opening one eye at first. He sighs in relief when he sees that Carter is no longer naked on my bed. Which is very fucking depressing for me.

"Anyways, I will but Tori is demanding that it is a mandatory family fun time," Braden says. I hear a string of curses from behind my bed and then Carter's head pops up. Her head is covered in the comforter so all you can see is her face.

"Fuck, we will be down in a minute," she says quickly. Braden and I both probably share the same confused look. She makes a face at him, "Goodbye!"

"Holy shit, okay women," he says turning around. He shuts the door behind him and I wait to hear his footsteps. "Use a condom!"

I roll my eyes at him as Carter gets up from the ground. I look at her expectantly as she throws the comforter back onto my bed. I can't help but stare at her butt as she picks up my sweatshirt from the ground.

"We have to hang out with our friends," she says sliding it over her perfect tits. I gawk at her then glance at my semi-hardon. She does too before glancing back at my face with a smirk.

"For what?" I ask as she slides on her shorts. She glares at me but I just give her a frown. "We can lock the door, even though I am pretty sure I locked it before we came in here. So, I don't know how it unlocked."

"I told her I would text her and I didn't and now she is here. So, get up," she says grabbing my arms. I sigh loudly but stand up as she grabs a shirt from my desk chair handing it to me. "And if we don't we will both lose arms."

"Fine but you owe me," I say smacking her ass. She yelps loudly shooting me a glare while I let out a chuckle. I slide the teeshirt over my head and look back at her. She is still frowning at me as she turns on her heels and tries to smooth down her hair. She goes to open up the door and pauses.

"I may have left the door unlocked," she says turning around to look at me with an 'oops' look. I raise my eyebrows at her, "I may have forgotten to lock it when I came back from the bathroom."

"You do realize I have a bathroom connected," I tell her as we both turn to the door that leads to my bathroom. She tilts her head at the door with an opened mouth and she makes a displeased face.

"Well fuck me I guess," she huffs swinging open my bedroom door. I laugh loudly at her and she shoots me daggers as she makes her way to the stairs. She makes me forget, everything that needs to be forgotten, and right now, I don't know what I would do without her.