Ashton Varnat
I sent her a text, and she ghosted me. After the amazing night we had, she just didn't reply. The only logical explanation, considering our reputation, is that she panicked, and that is not a good sign.
The next day, during breakfast, Killian looked in my direction. “You took her to that crappy place,” he said, and I chuckled.
“The food is great, and the music is what a man needs to ease up a woman,” I winked, and he laughed.
“Please tell me you got your hands on her,” Danny said, and I just smirked. I didn't lasciviously touch her, but the music demanded some touching, and I made the most out of it, for sure. I knew that, but instead of clarifying, I allowed my friends to go with their imaginations; after all, I have a reputation to uphold.
“She is fine, more than
