Iknewhe’d tell me more.
“The article will all be about how perfect you are, Andrew. How gracefully you catch a football. How you’re destined for the Hall of Fame. Is that all you want to hear?”
“I want to hear the truth.”
He took a sip of his drink. “Don’t worry. You and Luke have been giving me plenty to think about tonight. I didn’t know Coach Ennick’s son was into men, too. You ever tried begging him for his cock the way you beg me?”
I wanted to strangle him right now. “Danny Ennick sure as fuck isn’t my type.”
“All right, all right. I was just asking, Peach. I know you and Luke have more of a bromance going anyway.”
He was making me insane.
“Jealous again?” I asked. He was pouring gasoline right onto that fire that was raging in my chest. “What is your problem?”
“There are many facets to the TNU Tempests. Luke’s lovey-dovey eyes at you are just one of them.”
I pried the red cup right out of his hand.
I tipped it back and downed the whiskey myself, the liquor burning in my throat.
And I left.
I pushed through the crowd, holding myself back from everything I wanted to scream back at Gray, forcing myself to go out onto the back patio instead.
I headed through one of the back doors, the cool evening air hitting my skin. I walked over to the edge of the patio beneath one of the tall trees. There were benches out here by the grill which were blissfully empty right now.
I sat for a moment, then realized I was too agitated to sit.
I went and leaned back against one of the big tree trunks, listening to the dull bumping of the bass coming from the house.
Just. Chill.
He’s fucking with you.
He doesn’t know anything about Danny Ennick.
And there’s nothing he could write about you and Luke, anyway.
It still pissed me off more than it should.
Was he actually jealous of Luke?
Or did he just want to see me suffer?
The door opened a minute later and I saw Gray come outside. He glanced around before spotting me, heading over.
“What are you so afraid of me writing about, Peachel?” he asked, stepping onto the lawn beside me. “You hate it when I talk about Luke, but there’s more than that. Is it something about a past relationship? Football team drama? Did you do something you shouldn't?”
I burst into action before I could contain myself.
I grabbed the front of his shirt and shoved him up against the brick wall beside us.
Nobody knew we were out here. I had at least a little while alone with him.
“Fuck you,” I said.
“So there’s my answer,” he said, his pretty eyes glinting up at me, reflecting the little light on the patio behind us. “Youdiddo something you shouldn’t have.”
