I force another smile as I accept the glass of champagne. “What’s the occasion?” He joins me on the bed. “First time we’ve gone away together. I thought we’d like to make a nice memory, instead of it being, you know, that time we went to the Holiday Inn and my teammates tried to drag us to a party.” I smile for real this time. “You’re sweet. Do you still want that pork dish?” “Sounds great.” I call the restaurant and order, which is way harder than it needs to be because he keeps touching me, kissing my neck and dragging up the hem of the jersey to palm at my ass. I glare at him over my
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