Offside (Rules of the Game, #1)

by Avery Keelan

“Rescuing you, apparently.” “I don’t need to be rescued.” He chuckled, low and deep. “You sure about that?”

The look on Morrison’s face tonight? Awesome. Getting to spend time with James? Even better. Kissing her? Fuck me, I’m in over my head.

“No offense to you, but I don’t get the Morrison thing,” I said. “You’re cool. And that dude’s got about as much personality as a carton of white milk.” “Oh my god.” She stopped mid-sip and huffed out a little breath of air. “Somehow that fits perfectly.” I drained the last of my hot chocolate. “Seriously, what did you see in him? Asking for a friend.” I paused. “Okay, that friend is me. I’m a nosy fuck.”

COULD I have completed that essay a little faster? Probably. Was I motivated to speed up the process when James was in my bedroom, looking adorable as fuck on my bed? Not really.

“I didn’t know what I was missing until I found it.”

Were we doing this now? Maybe we could pull out a ruler next.