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“I don’t see you wearing number twenty-one. Where’s your jersey?” “I’m more of a fourteen gal myself.” Her softball number. I keep my mouth shut to not out that I’ve looked at that photo of her on her dad’s desk too many times and know the reference well. “If you’re going to start coming to my games, I better see Rhodes on your back and I’m not talking about my brother.”
“Is this some athlete kink you got? Need to see a girl in your jersey?” The old flirty side of me that I’ve kept hidden and locked down for the most part since Max came into my life is itching to break free. I pop my shoulders. “I like to see pretty girls in my jersey. Like to take it off them too.”
“You should go. All you’ve done this summer is chase around my fifteen-month-old.” I nod toward my brother. “This wouldn’t be much different.”
“This is all I had to do to shut you up?” he continues. “Lick this pretty cunt to get you to stop talking?” I simply fist the sheets and squeeze my thighs in response. “Mmm,” he hums, vibrating my entire core. “Yes, baby. Suffocate me.”
When I try to leave the bathroom, he wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me in to place a single kiss on my forehead. Leaning back, I eye him. “Did you just give me a forehead kiss while I’m wearing my chef’s coat?” “Mm-hmm.” “I’ve made grown men cry while wearing this coat.” “Oh, I have no doubt about that, but girl bosses need forehead kisses too.”
And that night, when Kai whispers that today was a good day against my skin, I don’t tell him that they can all be good days. Because for me, this was the very last one.
