With that, her lips are on mine. Fuck, I need to figure out how to see her again. Soon.
1 God
2 Bye
THREE
Who Is Golden Boy?
YANA
Dressed in pink pj’s,with a glass of prosecco in her hand, Chloe sits on my bed.Gilmore Girlsis playing on the TV, but her attention is on me.
“I can’t believe you’re really doing it,” she mutters for what has to be the third time. “Why can’t you stay with me?”
I toss a hoodie into my duffel bag and straighten. “I can’t believe you’re watching this show again.”
She bristles. “This is my comfort show.” Tilting to one side, she sets her glass on top of the nightstand. “You’re trying to change the subject, and I don’t like it.” She slides closer to me. “I made all kinds of plans for the Christmas party, and they all included you. I promise it will be a thousand times better than anything you could do in that cabin in the woods.”
“I don’t even celebrate Christmas on the twenty-fifth.” I shake my head. “For me it’s just a date on the calendar. I wasn’t thinking about parties when I planned this trip.”
“Why can’t you cancel it?”
I groan and close my eyes. “Physically, I’m ready for the start of the season. My team is happy with the progress I’ve made, and I am too. I’m really fucking proud of the way I’ve bouncedback.” I fix my focus on her. “But mentally? Some things are still too weird, too dark. I need time alone, away from the noise of the city, to focus on myself. To remind myself why I’m doing all this. So I don’t lose sight of my abilities and potential. I’m a good tennis player?—”
“One of the best.” Chloe snags my hand. “Sorry. I shouldn’t push you. And I should’ve realized you had a damn good reason to go on this solo trip.”
“Thank you.” I give her hand a squeeze.
My phone buzzes on the flowery comforter, but before I can pick it up, Chloe snatches it and gapes at the screen.
One brow arched, she asks, “Who is Golden Boy?”
Ohyenno?1.
“No one.” I sigh.
A smirk curves her lips. “Pity.” She shoves my phone in my face, unlocking the screen in the process, then scrambles off the bed. “Let’s see.”
Jaw dropping, I stare at her as she darts into the hallway. “Chloe!” I run after her, but before I can catch up, she closes the bathroom door in my face. The moment she screeches, I know she’s figured out who Golden Boy is.
“Oh. My. God.” She throws the door open, wearing a maniacal grin, no doubt because she’s seen the selfies Logan sent me. “Tell me more. Please.”
I take my phone from her and return to the bedroom.
She follows me, constantly repeating “tell me more” and “please.”
Love this for me.
“Yana, I’m begging you. My love life has been as dry as the Sahara Desert. I need some romance to brighten my spirits. Some fresh gossip. Even if it’s only a few crumbs.” She climbs onto my bed in front of me. “Please, give this little dog a bone!”
Laughter bubbles out of me. She’s fucking ridiculous.
“Fine,” I huff good-naturedly. “He texted me a couple of days after he asked for my number. Invited me to the movies, and I said yes.” I shrug. “The movie was good. He was nice. I let him kiss me. We’ve been texting since.”
Her jaw drops. “You let Logan Reid kiss you?TheLogan Reid? The Thunders’ left wing? You let him kiss you onthe first date?”
“It wasn’t a big deal.” I zip my bag shut a little too aggressively. “We’re both athletes. We both have ridiculously busy schedules, so it’s better to go ahead and figure out whether we’re compatible now rather than waste time dragging it out.”
