“And terrible.”
“Weren’t you like, five?”
“That’s no excuse for being terrible.”
She laughs and settles deeper under the covers. “You’re ridiculous and it’s adorable.”
“You saidstudly sex godwrong.”
She shivers.
I recognize that shiver.
It’s a good shiver.
She’s thinking about my penis.
I smirk.
She laughs softly and sleepily, and it lights up my bedroom.
I don’t usually give a lot of thought to my bedroom. It’s where I sleep. It’s dark. The mattress is fucking top-notch. I don’t give a shit if I don’t pick up my clothes since it’s only me, and I pay acleaning service to come in once a week and do all of the picking up and laundry for me.
If I’d known Goldie was coming over and we’d end up in here, I would’ve straightened up. At least gotten my clothes off the floor.
But not made the bed.
Definitely glad I didn’t make the bed.
“Do you still like hockey?” she asks me.
“I like all sports. Except lacrosse.”
“Lacrosse?”
“It’s a wussy sport.”
“Oh my god, Fletcher.”
I smile at her latest bark of quiet laughter.
If she wasn’t related to Silas, she’d be the perfect woman.
We both settle lower on the bed.
“I like hockey,” I tell her.
“I want to see another game before I leave.”
“I’ll get tickets.”
“You might not be free the same nights I’m free.”
“So I’ll get tickets for every home game for the next two weeks. Problem solved.”
“Ridiculous and adorable,” she repeats. Her eyes are getting droopy.
Mine might be too. “Studly sex god.”
