#Chapter 160: Is He Treating You Right?

Asher, cup in hand, turned from the drink table and saw me. He stilled, eyes widening for just an instant. Then, his gaze fell to where I held Lamar’s hand. Instantly, I released Lamar. Lamar glanced at me, confused, until he spotted what I was looking at. By then, Asher had looked away. He veered to his right, away from me and into the crowd. I could still see him, his profile and his windswept dark hair, even as he moved to the other side of the room. “Oh, shit. Sorry, Cynthia,” Lamar said. I dragged my gaze away from Asher to watch Lamar’s smile soften in apology. “I really hadn’t thought he’d come. This is a party for the soccer team. I can count on one hand how many of us he actually likes.” A party for… the soccer team? Oh, no. Did that mean Joseph would also be here? The blood drained from my face. Asher, Joseph, and Lamar in the same room? Suddenly, staying home and studying seemed like the perfect evening, compared to this. “We just won a big game. I was goin