Shutout (Rules of the Game, #2)

by Avery Keelan

Against my better judgment, I cave. “Sure, Tink.”

“As long as I’ve got Bailey, fuck it. Everything else will pass.”

Wait this is cute

Sometimes I think I’m too much to be someone’s One. Too loud, too disorganized, too extra, too messy.

‘In every partnership, there’s a person who stacks the dishwasher like a Scandinavian architect and a person who stacks the dishwasher like a raccoon on meth’?”

I know I’m playing with fire, but I can’t seem to put away the matches.

Toxic as it may be, I live for a good jealousy scene.

“You look smitten, Ser-bear. Who’s the guy?”

She knows

“Sure seems like someone.” “Just a guy I’ve been talking to. It’s not even a thing.” And at this rate, it never will be.

The longer I play What If, the more one thing becomes painfully clear: I can live with it if my career doesn’t go where I want it to. But I can’t live with not having her.

Somewhere along the line, my mind realized that she’s it for me, and now it refuses to accept otherwise.

TAXI LIGHT

I’m not just falling for her; I’m already there. Have been for a while. I love her. That final realization hits hardest of all, and it runs through my head on repeat for the rest of the flight.

Awwwwww

It’s not.

Poor baby i just wanna hug her

I text Seraphina when I land, but she doesn’t answer. Again. She hasn’t answered me since last night. I’m well past worried.

“Of course I’d want to know, Tink. I love you.”

“You what?” She turns to look at me with surprise across her face. “I love you,”

“No matter what. I’m all in, Ser. I’d do anything for you. Name it, and it’s yours.”

Right now, you’re my only priority. I’m clearing my schedule.

I’m not going anywhere.”

“Like they say, the taxi cab light comes on for the right person.”