When he still doesn’t speak, I sigh. “Anyway. I’m starting to feel the pressure. Our first game is coming up and I needed a way to release the stress.” I grin at him. “And he’s got an Australian accent.” “Chicks do like it,” Ryder says dryly. “But it was probably a good thing we got interrupted. I would’ve totally been using him. And, yeah, yeah, I’m sure he would’ve been happy to be used. But I kind of feel bad using someone for sex.” I poke him in the side. “You’re welcome, by the way.”
