He waves‘bye’as I grab her hand to wave back. Grey then looks up at me, a small smirk playing on his lips. I feel heat rising to my cheeks and offer a shy smile.What the hell is happening to me? I don’t blush, and I certainly don’t get shy… EVER!He chuckles and winks before skating away.
As I sit back down, confused with my reaction to him, I hear the girls question what that was all about. I wasn’t planning on telling anyone what happened, but right now, I feel the need to talk about it.Maybe they’ll understand better than I do.
“I had sex with Greyson last night,” I tell them, staring straight ahead as I bounce Gracie on my lap.
“I told you guys it would happen,” Cecilia says while Morgan laughs.
“Ugh! No, Em! Not you too?” Brey groans from her spot beside Morgan, dropping her head back.
“Wait, who else has slept with your brother?” Ronnie asks, leaning in to see all of us from her end.
“The whole female population, that’s who,” Aubrey answers.
“And Cecilia,” Morgan and I say at the same time, making all of us laugh.
“Hey! It was a long time ago! I was eighteen and didn’t know who he was. That doesn’t count,” she says, glaring at us, which just makes us laugh some more.
“All right, all right. We get it. Settle down, ladies. But seriously, Em, what does this mean?” Cece asks the question I’ve been wondering myself.
“I don’t know, that’s my problem. I’m not ready to jump back into a relationship, and anyway, Greyson isn’t the settling down type.” I look at all of them as they nod. Everyone knows Greyson’s history with women.
“So what? It’s just casual sex?” Morgan questions.
“No, I told him it can’t happen again. I don’t want to complicate things between us with Gracie. It just sucks because the sex wassogood,” I whine like a child whose parents won’t buy them candy at the store.
“Ew, I don’t need to hear about my brother’s sex life!” Aubrey covers her ears, face turning red as I giggle.
“Okay, so then what’s the issue? I don’t understand?” Morg looks at me quizzically.
“The problem is I feel like things are different now. He keeps looking at me differently and smiling. And I know I’ve been trying to get him to smile, but now it’s just… I don’t know, strange.” I groan and rub my face with one hand while holding Gracie with the other. “He agreed that it was a one-time thing, but I feel like there’s something he’s not saying. And it doesn’t help that now my body reacts to him every time he’s near,” I add.
“It’s still pretty recent, I think it’s normal that you two are still reacting to what happened. Certainly, if it was that good,” Morgan replies resolutely.
“It was. Just ask Cece, she would know.” I giggle, knowing my girl will react to my comment.
Cecilia turns beet red. “I shall let you all know that I am happily married andverysatisfied. I’m literally holding my husband’s son at the moment. There’s no way I’m answering that.”
“That means it was good,” Ronnie keys in.
Cecilia gasps loudly. “I did not say that!”
We all laugh and watch as the game starts. “What about you, Brey? You gonna find yourself a hockey boy, too?” Ronnie questions Aubrey with an elbow to the side.
“More like a hockey coach,” I mutter just loud enough for my girls to hear. They giggle while Aubrey turns a bright shade of pink.
At that exact moment, I look to our side and find Shane looking directly at Aubrey from behind the bench. “Aw, look. Even during a game, he can’t keep his eyes off baby Brey,” I say as I wave over to the head coach.
Ronnie, Morgan, and Cecilia all look, while Aubrey hides behind her hands. They all wave in return, and Shane frowns but hesitantly waves back before returning his focus on his players.
“Ugh, this is mortifying!” Brey complains into her hands.
“What? Is it true? You holding out on me, Brey? You never told me you were shacking up with your brother’s coach!?” Ronnie looks astonished.
“I’m a virgin! I’m not hooking up with anyone! There’s nothing going on between me and Shane. You guys need to drop that.” She lifts her chin to the air and straightens in her seat, as if she’s proving a point that will erase our suspicions.It won’t.
“Not yet, you mean,” I add in. “And you, Ronnie? Got your eye on any of these fine specimens?” I waggle my brow at her.
“Oh no. Professional athletes come with way too much drama. I do not need that kind of attention. No, thank you. Anyway, one man could never satisfy me. I like variety.” She shrugs with a mischievous look in her eyes.
