And then I’m out of the apartment and regretting everything I just did.
HALSEY
“I fucked up,”I say as I take a seat in the locker room after spending an hour in treatment early this morning. Luckily Grace was in there early, ready for me.
She didn’t entirely clear me for the game, but I’m going to at least suit up and warm up with the boys.
“Please,” Posey says as he presses his fingers into his brow. “That’s not what I wanted to fucking hear from your mouth. How the hell did you mess up this time?”
“He messed up?” Silas asks as he walks into the locker room, a towel over his shoulder. “Jesus Christ. How?”
“What’s happening?” Eli says, joining us as well.
“Halsey fucked up.” Posey gestures his hand in my direction.
“Does this have to do with Blakely?” he asks.
“Yes,” Posey says, stepping in with all the information. “Blakely had to go to a wedding last night, and her ex was going to be there, so Halsey told her to take him as her date and pretend to be her boyfriend. She agreed, they went, and apparently, he blew the one chance he had of escaping the friend zone he put himself in.”
Eli winces. “Sounds brutal. What did you do that fucked everything up?”
“I slept with her last night.”
The boys stop everything they’re doing and slowly turn toward me.
A naked man could come flying in here, do the helicopter with his wiener, and they wouldn’t even blink an eye as silence falls around us.
And from their expressions, I can tell that’s not what they were expecting to hear.
Silas has a giant smirk.
Eli looks shocked.
And Posey . . . well, his jaw drags across the floor.
“You . . . you slept with her?” Posey asks.
I nod. “Yeah, and not only did we sleep together, but we fucked.” I lean my head against the wood of the locker. “Several times.”
So many fucking times.
And every time felt like the goddamn first.
Mind-blowing.
Earth-shattering.
Nearly blacked out every goddamn time.
“Uh, explain to me how that’s fucking up because, in my book, that’s success,” Silas says.
You would think.
“Because this morning, she couldn’t get away from me fast enough. She snuck out of bed and said she had to get to work. It was just past six in the morning. She’s avoiding me.” I can still feel how uncomfortable and awkward she was. Hell, she could barely look me in the eyes.
“Huh.” Posey rubs his jaw. “That seems like an unusual response. Let me ask you this . . . did she find completion?”
“Christ, why did you have to say it like that?” I ask as I rub my hand over my face.
