Which I do. A deep, inconvenient crush that won’t go away. But I don’t want him to know that.
“I didn’t fall asleep here on purpose,” I tell him quickly.
“I know.” The heavy arm around my waist that I have the sudden urge tolicklifts and he shifts onto his back, eyes still on me, endlessly steady. No smile, no spark in his eyes, no amusement. Just watchful and studying.
“Thanks.”Thanks? For what? Good lord, I’m terrible at this part.
His mouth ticks up at the edge. “You’re welcome.”
“You’re teasing me again.”
His mouth curls higher. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Your eyes are laughing at me.”
His eyes are absolutelysparklingnow. None of this is a concern to him, because he has no romantic feelings for me.
I shove the duvet off me like it’s covered in ants and slip out of the most comfortable bed I’ve ever been in.
“See you later,” I say without looking back, snatching up the panties I originally came for last night before I hurry down the hall, and down the stairs.
In the living room, Phoebe sits on her chair, ragged breath sawing in and out of her squashed face while her tail flicks. Her googly eyes are full of judgment.
“I don’t want to hear a word,” I tell her as I pass.
CHAPTER 53
JORDAN
“What’s up with you tonight?”Georgia asks as we wait in the area between the dressing room and bench while the players finish their pre-game routines. It’s Colworth’s first game with the team.
She gives me a sidelong look, narrowing her eyes. “You’re cranky.”
I chew my lip, scanning the area. Tate had to run up to his office to grab something for the game.
“I slept in Tate’s bed.”
“WHAT?” she yells before she claps a hand over her mouth. “Sorry.” She takes a deep breath. “Okay. What?”
It’s been three days, and Tate and I have acted like it didn’t happen.
“We were watching TV,” I say uselessly, not meeting her eyes. “And then we fell asleep.”
She moves her face into my line of sight, eyes boring into mine, and I start laughing against my will.
“And we cuddled,” I admit, wincing, and she closes her eyes, smiling.
“Mmmm.” She nods sagely. “Interesting.”
“Shut up.”
“Uh-huh.”
My face is probably beet red.
“And how was it?” Georgia asks. “The cuddling?”
I’m way too warm under my jacket.
