My mouth lifts into a grin. “It was pretty damn mind-blowing.” I slide my hand up her thigh. “Are you up for another round or have you had enough?”
She giggles and slaps my hand away. “I still need some more time to recover from last night. Let me enjoy this meal you made for me. This is a rare occurrence.”
Grabbing a slice of Spam and some eggs, she lays it onto a piece of toast, folds it into a sandwich, and takes a bite. “Mmm, so good.”
“I promise I’ll make you pancakes one day.”
“I can teach you next time.”
“Next time huh?” I lift a brow, a grin tugging at my lips. “So does that mean I should get used to waking up next to you again?”
“Perhaps. We’ll have to see how the second date goes.” A playful smirk dances on her lips.
“I promise you it’ll be better than the first date.”
She takes another bite of her Spam-and-egg toast. “I don’t know. Seeing you scream like a baby during that Train Terror ride will be pretty hard to top.”
“I’m glad you find humor in me being terrified,” I deadpan.
She sits up straight, clapping her hands together. “Ooh! Can we go to a real haunted house one day? There are some where you’re able to stay the night. That would be the ultimate date.”
I take another bite of my food and shake my head. “Okay, I think all of those orgasms you had last night are fogging your brain.”
“Trust me—my mind is perfectly clear. I think it would be fun,” she says, her lips pulling into a smirk.
“I think we have different ideas of fun, sweetheart,” I laugh,shaking my head. “Also, I think I may reconsider taking you on a second date. I’m beginning to question your sanity.”
A laugh bursts from her. “I’mjoooking. I enjoy a good scary movie, but I would never actually set foot in a real haunted house.”
“I don’t know who in their right mind would pay for that shit.” I clear the rest of my plate and glance at the clock. It’s a quarter to ten. “Damn it.”
“What’s wrong?”
I sigh, rubbing the back of my neck. “I have to head to practice soon. It starts at eleven.”
“Oh. I’ll help you clean up.” She starts to get up but I grab her hand to stop her.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get it later. I wish I could skip it, but I don’t want to give Coach another reason to be angry with me.”
Annalise’s brows draw together. “Another reason?”
Right. I haven’t told her about what Lucas said about her. Talking about him isn’t exactly my favorite subject, and there hasn’t been a right time to tell her.
“Yeah, so… I kinda beat the living shit out of Lucas a couple of weeks ago.” I let out a shaky laugh.
“What? What the hell happened?” Her eyes grow wide, round as saucers.
Anger simmers in my veins as Lucas’s pompous face flashes through my mind. “I overheard him telling Chandler how he can’t wait to find out what you’re like in bed.”
Her lips curl into a snarl and she crushes the empty water bottle near her. “What a fucking pig!”
“He started antagonizing me and said that I cheated on you and a bunch of other bullshit. So I fucking lost it.”
She releases a groan, burying her face in her hands. “I can’t believe I fell for his nice-guy act. You’ve been right about him all along. I was too much of an idiot to see it.”
“You’re not an idiot,” I say, taking her hands and putting them in mine. “You see the good in everyone and give them the benefit of the doubt.”
“Yeah, but that’s not always a good trait to have. That’s how you get fucked over. I’m just glad I ended things before it went any further.”
