Seeing that he’s riding the bitter train, I decide to throw him a bone. “Thank you, Posey. Yes, everything’s good with us.”
“Better be your best man at your wedding. If it’s Eli, I’m going to fucking scream.”
“You’re getting ahead of yourself.”
“You’re telling me you haven’t thought about buying that girl a ring?” he asks, a knowing tilt to his head.
“I thought about buying her a ring the day I met her,” I answer. “But I need to make sure she’s ready, so cool it on the marriage talk.”
“Well, someone needs to get fucking married. All of you have girls but no one’s set a date.”
“Why the rush?” I ask.
“Because . . . good things happen at weddings. Look at you. You started hitting it off with Blakely at a wedding. I need a fucking wedding.”
“Dude—”
He holds up his hand. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Okay . . .” I pause and then ask, “Do you have a valentine?”
His eyes narrow. “I really hate you.”
“Does it hurt?”Blakely asks as she sits on my lap while she gently traces the gash I took to the head tonight.
“Not too bad,” I say.
Despite wearing a helmet, I took an elbow to the head, right above my eye. The hit was so hard, it split the skin and I had to get two stitches during the game.
“It looks disgusting.”
I chuckle. “Thanks.”
“Anytime.” She looks me in the eyes. “I didn’t like seeing you bleed. It made me sick to my stomach.”
I stroke her thigh with my warm palm. “I was okay.”
“I know, but it still sucks seeing it, you know?”
“Yeah, I get it. It’s a hazard of my job.”
“I guess so. Although, the black eye is kind of hot.”
“I don’t know what to think about that.”
She laughs. “Neither do I.” She rests her head to my shoulder and I hold her closely as we snuggle on my couch. “I hate that you’re leaving tomorrow.”
“Me too,” I say as I kiss the top of her head.
“Penny was telling me that she and Eli have FaceTime sex all the time.” She lifts up to meet my eyes. “Is that something you’re interested in?”
“I’m interested in anything you want to do,” I say.
“So . . . if I answered the phone wearing that lingerie you like so much, what would you do?”
“Start rubbing myself immediately,” I answer.
She smirks. “I like that answer. Can I ask you another thing?”
