“You didn’t have to buy me a damn car, Case. I could’ve done it myself,” she huffs making me laugh. “But, thank you, thank you, thank you,” she squeals, wrapping her arms around my waist, hugging me. I reach down and lift her chin.
“I can think of a few ways you can thank me,” I smirk and she winks, taking the keys from my hand and walking towards her new ride.
“I’ll race you home,” She says and I smile.
“You think you can beat me?” I ask and she nods.
“Yeah I can. Let’s go!” she shouts as she turns on the radio, hooking the bluetooth to her phone. I fucking love this girl.
The next morning I leave Lyla a note and my jersey for her to wear to my game tonight. I have an early practice and wanted to work out before I get with the rest of the team. Something is off this morning though. I’m not sure what it is, but I feel off. Driving to school I almost got into a wreck twice and when I went to gas up my gas cap was missing from my car. Just a really odd morning. Finally I arrive at school and my spot is taken.Lovely. Can this day get any worse?
After I work out with some of the guys from my team, we head straight for the rink. We go through play after play until I feel we are ready to win this shit. Once practice is over. I take a hot shower to really loosen my muscles more and relax before the game. I really need to check on my girl so I head to my locker and take out my phone seeing that she's already texted me.
Doll:
I love you. Thank you so much for the jersey.
Doll:
Multimedia Attachment.
Clicking it open it’s a picture of her in my jersey kneeling in my bed. Her hair is wild, lips pouty and legs open. Goddamn she’s gorgeous.
Me:
Damn you look sexy. I can’t wait to ravish you in that tonight.
Doll:
Me either. What time should I leave?
Me:
In an hour. I can’t wait to see you.
Doll:
You better win tonight or else…
Me:
Or else what?
Doll:
No surprise for you then.
Me:
I fucking love you. I gotta go. See you soon baby.
Doll:
I fucking love you too.
Placing my phone back in my locker, I turn to see my brothers sitting on the bench both looking at me and I raise a brow.
“You’re fucking her aren’t you,” Crew accuses and I smirk.
