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To bring you up to speed, yes, I was fucking his daughter. Yes, it was in the locker room. Yes, it was out in the open where anyone could walk in. Was it stupid? Absolutely. Have I lost my mind? One hundred percent. Do I have any defense? Not one. Nope, this was pure stupidity. This was a move by a desperate man brought to his knees. A weak man. A man with no morals. A man infatuated with a woman he can’t control himself around.
“Then he’s benched,” Wood says as he looks me in the eyes, nostrils flaring. “Did you hear that, you bologna-loving motherfucker? You’re benched.”
Nope, this will take a monumental, epic proposal of apologies, especially if I want to stay on this team. Which I do. My boys are here. My life is here. She’s here . . . Which means I need a plan. But I swore I wouldn’t get them involved. I said over and over again that I wouldn’t use their idiotic advice or poorly constructed ideas, but I think desperate times call for desperate measures. It’s time to call on the Frozen Fellas.
All these assholes are head over heels, living in their lover era, because of me.
Please no, please no baby mamas. I’m not ready for diapers and bottles. I’m still as immature as a twelve-year-old.
I cross one leg over the other and casually say, “You know, we don’t get to talk much. What is she like? Are you close with her? Do you—” “Can you shut the fuck up?” I uncross my leg and sit up straight. “Yup, of course. So . . . you were saying . . .”
“And most importantly, rule number five. Under no circumstances will you have any sort of physical contact with my daughter.” “What do you mean—” “Fucking her. You will not fuck her, Posey.”
“Ahh . . .” I smile. “Well, no worries there. Pretty sure if she looks anything like you, there will be no need for rule number five.”
“Listen to me, you fuck,” he starts, apparently forgetting his bedside manners for people doing him a favor. “I saw the way you just looked at her, and if you even think about her in any way other than your coach’s extremely off-limits daughter, I will personally slice your dick off with a rusty pair of skates. Got it?”
He’s infuriatingly handsome. Like stop-you-in-your-tracks, you-have-to-stare handsome.
Levi: None of you have room to speak, you neglectful assholes. You’re all in happy, loving relationships because of me. OC: Uh, I’m not happy. Levi: Don’t worry, I’ll get to you.
Levi: Why would that be amazing? Have I not been an absolute blessing to all of you? OC: I have yet to witness the blessing personally so . . . Levi: I said I would get to you. Patience, you fuck.
“Silas is ten years older than Ollie.” “Yeah, and there are times when she calls him granddad. Do you really think I want that for my life?” Eli chuckles. “No.”
Levi: But I’m hard! Ollie: Then take a freaking Xanax, for fuck’s sake. Honestly, how can you be that hard all the time? Did you not play with yourself last night? Levi: I was too nervous to touch it. I didn’t want it to explode. The skin was really tight. Blakely: *vomits* Winnie: Dear God, Posey.
Please choose me, Levi.
“I can see it. Mark my words, I think you’re going to be Wylie Posey.”
“And I realize that you could have any girl you wanted and—” “And I want you,” he says
After a few seconds, he pulls away and says, “You own me, Wylie.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “You fucking own me.”
No one will ever be better. She has ruined me in the best way possible.
“You are so freaking in love.” I cover my face with my hands. “I know!”
I was looking for one night of fun, and he’s offering me an endless eternity of love.
