The Game Changer

by Lana Ferguson

I’d give a whole tit just to know what he was thinking right now.

“And if…” I clear my throat. “If they saw you now? Would it be too late?” Her lip is trembling, but her eyes…Her eyes are fucking shining. “I think…you know the answer to that too.” “I see you, Lila,” I tell her quietly.

“You like that, sweet girl?”

“My name,” he practically growls, surprising me in the best way. “You say my name when I’m between your legs.”

Too soon, my brain says, just as my heart whispers back, Too late.

“God, Lila. You keep being so fucking perfect, and you’re going to have to pry me off of you with a goddamned crowbar if you decide to get rid of me.”

Good girl. Sweet fucking girl. Fuck. Fuck. Right—Keep—Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

“Please. I caught you staring at your dressing room mirror yesterday, smiling to yourself while ‘Enchanted’ was blasting.” “I was just happy for Taylor’s version,” I mumble. “Uh-huh.” She rolls her eyes as she stirs her creamer into her paper cup. “Sure you were. I happen to know for a fact that you’re a 1989 stan.” “Taylor is Taylor,” I hmph.