COLTON
there’s no New Jersey girl, I can assure you
it’s just my hand!
VIOLET
join the club, mister
COLTON
please do not put the image of you using your hand in my head right now
VIOLET
sorry (grimace)
didn’t mean to gross you out
ok well now i embarrassed myself and made it weird and i’m blushing and i need to get back to work
good luck with your situation
Gross me out? Had she lost her fucking mind? I was just writing a text back when our goalie, Royce, interrupted me from across the aisle.
“You alright, cap? You’re sweating and twitching around over there.”
“I’m fine.” I cleared my throat, laying the book over my lap and my cock that threatened to eat a hole through my pants.
Dylan Sorrento leaned forward, sitting behind Royce. “What are you reading? Is that a?—”
“It’s a book,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. How soon could I get an e-reader? This was a terrible idea.
“No, but which one? It looks like one Jeannie loves.”
I squirmed in my seat and brushed my fingers through my hair. “I forget what it’s called.”
What perfect timing for Dottie to wake up next to me, reach into my lap, and fold the cover forward. “Looks like it’sSeas The Day. Oh, like sailing, water jokes. I like it.”
It sounded more dramatic in his Russian accent.
“Oh, yeah! J loves that one!” Sorrento added. “The one with the lobster trappers?”
Royce chortled. “That’s not the only thing sailing.” He flicked his head to my pants.
I pressed my fingers into my brow and muttered a cuss into my palms.This is all for Violet.
Sorrento pressed on. “Is that the one where she spits the tequila?—”
“Yes, okay, I was just at that part!” I snatched the book back from Dottie. “And anyway, no spoilers!”
“Isn’t romance porn for girls?” Dottie asked.
“You’re reading porn while we’re on a work flight?” Royce chimed in, not sounding at all mad but instead wholly amused.
“It’s a full emotional journey,” Sorrento said. “It’s not just the sex.”
“Yeah, Royce, and I’m sure your books have sex in them,” I tried.
