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If she’s the sunshine, I’m the storm cloud. One of us is the people-pleaser and the other is the people-avoider. Two total opposites who found a friendship that works.
“You’re awfully interested in the sex life of someone who will never get in bed with you,” I say. “Do we need to get HR involved?” “I love a good challenge. My determination is one of my best qualities.”
A smile—the tiniest, faintest smile I’ve ever seen—pulls at her lips, and I’m the proudest motherfucker in the world.
“You’ve got a lot of bark behind your bite, Hartwell. I can’t wait to see you take it out on the puck.” “Says the guy who follows people around like a lost dog.” “I’m just looking for an owner I guess.”
“If your ego gets any bigger, there’s not going to be any room for us in the hallway.”
“Glad to see you two can get through a conversation without someone getting hurt.” “The day is young,”
Is that sarcasm? Sure sounds like it. Red? Cool. I’ll just go fuck myself then!!!
“Who’s watching June?” “You don’t see her at the bar? She’s behind the counter slinging handles of vodka.”
“Was that a laugh, Red?” “No. It was a chortle.” “The fuck is a chortle? Is that a Pokémon?”
“You might be right.” “I’m sorry. Can you say that again? I didn’t quite hear you.” “You might be right,” I repeat, louder this time. “Hartwell thinks I’m right,” Maverick announces to the mostly empty diner. “I’m on top of the world!”
“My room is the one on the right.” “Is there some sort of curse on it? If I go inside, will all my clothes come off?” “That would be a cool party trick, wouldn’t it?”
“You said you wanted me on my knees.” He drops a kiss to my shin, then kneels on the ground in front of me. “And I’ve always liked being a good boy.”
:FLUSHED:
“You’re very eager to see me.” “I’m hungry.” “For what, exactly?” I narrow my eyes and take the bag from his hold. “French fries.” “Weird synonym for my dick, but okay,” he jokes.
“Do you think we should—” “Do it again?” Maverick finishes for me. “It could be considered research.” “You’re into science now?” “When it comes to your pussy, Red, I’m Bill-fucking-Nye.”
IM CACKLING
“If that doesn’t help me have a good game,” I pant, “then nothing will.” He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me against his chest. “We better both get hat tricks. Top Ten on ESPN.”
“There was a study on endorphins and female athletes,” he mumbles. “They said sex aided their performance.” “Who is they?” “I don’t know.” He waves a lazy hand in the air. “Them.” I huff out a giggle. “Them is very smart.”
“On two conditions.” “Name them,” he says right away. “I get my favorite ice cream at the end of the night, and you give me a piggyback ride on the way back to the hotel when we’re finished dancing.” “One pint of chocolate chip and having your legs wrapped around me? Done and done.” He hops onto the bus and offers me his hand so I don’t slip on the icy steps. “You’re making this too easy.”
I don’t know what to fucking do because this is my fuck buddy not my fucking forever buddy. But the idea of fucking her forever doesn’t scare me when it normally would, and I think I might be having a stroke.
“If he comes within four feet of the goal, I’ll shove my stick down his throat,” Liam says, and from him, it’s the equivalent of a love poem.
“Do I need to remind you about the things we have to do and the things we want to do?” “No.” I swallow. “I remember.” “And you also remember that I take care of what’s mine, right?” he asks, lower this time. “Yes,” I whisper. “I do.” “Good.”
I tried to tell him he doesn’t have to do those things, that this isn’t an all or nothing arrangement, but the man picked up one of my romance novels, flopped on my bed, and told me he was learning how to be the perfect boyfriend by reading my books.
🥺
Involved seems like the smallest word in the dictionary to define what we are. Is that the way to describe the person I look forward to seeing every day? Is it the word to use to talk about the woman who makes me smile even when I’m tired and sore and angry after a bad game? Is it the way to tell people that when I look at her, I see the sun and the moon and all the fucking stars?
“I—there’s…” I scratch my ear and run my hand through my hair. “She—” I shake my head and look at Dallas. “How the fuck do you do this every day?” “Do what, exactly? Talk in broken sentences and make no sense? I sure hope I don’t do that every day.”
“I meant with Maven. How do you tell her how you feel every day? Do you just fucking say it?” Dallas blinks. “Are you in love with my fiancée?”
