Page 65 of Love Pucktually


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Devon looks up from his phone, face carefully innocent. "Spill what?"

Kayla motions at Devon's phone with her chin. "Who's that? You've got a look."

"I don't have a look."

"You absolutely have a look. It's the same look you had when that guy from your philosophy class asked you to study together."

"That's—" Devon huffs. "That's completely different."

"Is it though?"

Devon rolls his eyes, but there's a hint of color on his cheeks that wasn't there before. "Just some guy I've beenchatting with. I hooked him up with a tailor." He waves his hand dismissively. "Long story."

The Christmas lights slip from my nerveless fingers, hitting the floor with a sad little clatter that no one notices because they're all too busy with their own chaos.

I hooked him up with a tailor.

It's him.

Devon isOnlyNewRadicals_69.

Oh my God.

Oh myGod.

"Ace?" Becker's voice sounds like it's coming from underwater. "You with us?"

"Fine," I manage. "I'm fine. Just... the lights. Wrestling with the lights."

"The lights are on the floor."

I look down. "Yep. They won. Very sad."

"We need you to—"

"Be right back," I blurt out and make a beeline for the bathroom, avoiding looking in Devon's direction like he's a Medusa about to turn me into stone.

The door closes behind me and I brace my hands on the sink, staring at my reflection.

I look insane. Wide eyes. Flushed cheeks. The expression of a man who has just realized he's been accidentally sexting his secret crush.

Because that's what this is, isn't it?

Sort of.

We didn't actually... I mean, there were pictures, but we didn't... and I told him about...

Oh God, I told him about the guy at work. The guy I couldn't stop thinking about. The guy who was driving me crazy.

I told Devon about Devon.

I press my forehead against the cool mirror and groan.

This is fine. Everything is fine. He doesn't know it's me. I didn't use my real name. I never mentioned hockey.

All Devon knows is some random fitness guy is questioning his sexuality because of a coworker. That's it. That's all he knows.

He doesn't know the fitness guy is me.