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None of that involves a certain green-eyed baseball player. I’m the one who walked out on him, anyway. I bet he hasn’t thought about me at all.
Sebastian Miller-Callahan. Sebastian, who has been smiling at me ever since the movie theater last fall. Sebastian, who calls me sweet when I come. Sebastian, who threw a punch for me. Who the hell does that?
“Can you break up with someone if you’re not dating? If you, in fact, refuse to label it, then finally say yes to a date when you’re asked for the second time, and then flee and fucking ghost him?”
Even as wet as a sewer rat, Mia di Angelo is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
Sebastian is not an option, even if he’s alone in a nice house with central air conditioning and a cuddly cat that happens to belong to my best friend. I would rather walk barefoot over broken glass than deal with the temptation when I can’t fucking have him and don’t deserve him in the first place.
If he knows where the clitoris is, I’ll take that as a win.
You’re drinking a beer, but you prefer bourbon. You’re wearing a pink dress, and you hate pink. You were flirting with a total loser, letting him touch you when you don’t like being touched by strangers.” He cocks his head to the side. “Want me to keep going?”
Mia might be in my house, sleeping in the next room—but she’s not mine. Never was, never will be. And if I can’t find a way to win her friendship, I won’t have her in my life at all.
If she wasn’t so cute, I’d suspect she had been attempting murder by suffocation.
Hey, di Angelo— I’m at the training facility. There are Nespresso pods in the cabinet above the machine, and the oat milk you like is in the fridge. I made apple-almond oatmeal—also in the fridge. Don’t forget the cinnamon. —S P.S. If you want to come to the game, ask for Billy. I’ll leave a ticket under “Captain Kirk.” P.P.S. We are friends.
“Oh my God.” “What?” “Oh, no. Boo. I thought I saw Alexander Skarsgård, but it was just another hot blond guy.” She clears her throat. “You know, I think there’s one in Moorbridge, too. He plays baseball.”
so just . . . be his friend, okay? A friend is never a bad thing.”
“He’d be proud of you, son. You’re getting to the place he always dreamed for you.”
“At least you did turn out to be a baseball player. A damn good one, at that, and getting better all the time. Jake would never forgive me if you hadn’t.”
when I spoke to Izzy earlier, she wholeheartedly suggested that I do the following things: use her skincare products, watch whatever I wanted using the shared Callahan streaming accounts, mess around with Cooper and Sebastian’s video games, sleep with her brother, use the brownie mix she left in the pantry, use the margarita mix she also left in the pantry, read one of the many smutty romance novels that she and Penny have been passing back and forth, have a private sing-along to Mamma Mia—something she’s done by herself on more than one occasion, and on an even rarer occasion, with a very
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I sniff. The air does not smell like delicious bacon. It’s burnt. Damnit.
“Why sour cream?” I ask. “Adds a nice tang,” he says. “Keeps them fluffy, too.” “I’ve never had them this way.” “Izzy can’t get enough of them.”
A million things threaten to escape from my lips, but all I can manage is, “Goodnight, Sebastian.”
I’m not going to be responsible for losing the cat my brother loves with a passion that’s rivaled only by what he feels for his girlfriend. Plus, I like the cat too, however many times she sticks her butt in my face.
Good girl, Mia Angel. Project GOSMC has been an utter failure so far.
As I expected, a pair of black suede boots, identical to the ones I had to throw away, lay nestled in the tissue paper. I check the size automatically. Eight. They’re going to fit perfectly.
Hey, di Angelo— You can’t be a warrior without the proper armor. —S P.S. The ticket for Wednesday night’s game is under “Princess Leia.” P.P.S. We are friends.
I know better than to call her adorable right now, but she looks so cute, practically buzzing with nerdy excitement. “I like seeing you get so excited. Tell me everything.”
“Good fucking girl.”
Those articles won’t annotate themselves, but I can’t bring myself to feel bad about blowing off work when it means more baked ziti, a cheesy old action movie—my favorite kind—and touches from Sebastian.
“Just curious,” he drawls. “How long were you planning to jerk him around, Mia?”
“I really want to kiss you right now,” he says. I balance on my tiptoes. My lips are half an inch from his, so close yet so far. My body thrums with anticipation. “What are you waiting for?”
“Good girl,”
I want him to paint me inside and out, over and over. I want to leave marks on him too, bites and scratches and enough lipstick kisses that no one will dare look at him twice.
“My angel.” He kisses my pulse, squeezing me tight. I squeeze back, tight enough I know he feels it. “My good fucking angel.”
Cooper surprises me by adding, “I think they’ll make it. Sebastian is one of the leaders of the team. He knows how to rally.”
“If I win, I get a good girl in my bed. But if you win . . .” “I get to have my way with you?” He grins. “Something like that.”
He’s the kind of guy they’ve always wanted for me, minus the fact he’s not Italian.
“You’ll always be an angel to me. You might try to be a devil to everyone else, but you’re my angel.”
“You’re so dorky sometimes.” “And yet you like it.”
“You need to be overwhelmed, and you need to feel me deep, and I figured the best way to make that happen would be to stuff a toy up your pretty cunt while I bury my cock in that perky fucking bottom I can’t stop staring at.”
“What the hell was that?” he says against my lips. I pull him even closer. “I felt like racing.” “Racing,” he repeats. “You totally cheated.” “But you caught me anyway.” I loop my arms around his neck, dragging him into another firm kiss. “I like that you caught me.”
“Elbows and knees,” he whispers eventually, emphasizing the order with a little bite against the underside of my breast. “Spread yourself open for me, sweetheart.”
“We’re alone in the house,” he says, emphasizing that with another spank. “I want to hear you. Give me everything you have.”
“You’re being so good for me. God, Mia, I can’t handle how beautiful you are.”
“Such a good girl,” he says, just as quiet. “You take my cock so well no matter where I put it.”
Angel— Aren’t you glad we became friends? Love, S P.S. Thank you.
“Gonna have to keep from staring at you in between pitches, Mia Angel!” “Ugh,” Izzy says. “That is so cute I’m going to throw up.” “Please don’t,” Cooper says, alarm in his tone. “I can’t do a repeat of the last time you barfed on me.”
I know the way she looks when she’s trying not to cry, and this is exactly it. Shit.
“Why do I feel like there’s a challenge coming?” she says. I pull her closer, messing with her hair. She shrieks, trying to stomp on my feet. “Not a challenge,” I say. “An adventure.”
“Elbow up—good girl.”
“Maybe outdoor sex can be our thing,” she says teasingly. She traces down my chest, playing with the buttons of my uniform. “What do you think?”
So instead, I pull Mia into another breathtaking, overwhelming kiss. “Come here, gorgeous.”
“Balance is the key to a happy life.”
“You’re not the boss of me.” “Nah, just the Big Daddy.”
