“Hey, babe, how’s it going?” he asks.
I study him, trying to figure out if he’s being genuine or not.
Considering he’s Everett’s wingman, I’d put money on him not having a fucking clue who either of us is.
“I’ve been to your games. Just couldn’t make it out after.”
“Ah, well. We appreciate the support.”
“You were amazing tonight.”
Calvin scratches his chin before glancing at me.
“Yeah, thanks. Did you…want to come up?”
Oh my god.
OhmygodOhmygodOhmygodOhmygod.
My mouth waters, my stomach sloshing.
I’m going to vomit on the security guy’s shiny shoes.
“Thought you weren’t going to ask,” Sienna mocks, giving the security guards an “I told you so” look before happily stepping into Calvin’s side and allowing him to guide her up the stairs.
“Hey,” Hayden says, his cheeks stained pink as he looks at me.
“Hey,” I say nervously as I try to remember how to put one foot in front of the other and climb the stairs.
He doesn’t say anything else, and I don’t either. Words have vanished. The only thing I can think about is the man who could well be up here.
By the time I get to the top of the stairs, I’m trembling so violently it’s a miracle I don’t go tumbling back down.
Now that would be a way to get his attention.
Silently, we follow Calvin and Sienna to the bar.
“So, did you watch the game tonight?” Hayden asks, trying to steal my attention.
“Uh…yeah,” I mutter as I attempt to lean around his gigantic body to find the one I want. “You were great,” I say absently.
Don’t get me wrong, Hayden Monroe is hot. But he’s not my type. He’s too young, too cute. I prefer my men a little rougher around the edges. I want them to throw me around and take what they want and?—
My thoughts dry up as I find the man who has been taking up way too much of my headspace since the night I first met him.
Everett Donnelly.
For the last few weeks, I’ve stared at his face on my screen more than I’ve looked at my own in the mirror.
My heart rate increases, and as I attempt to lift my glass to my lips to try to deal with my sudden dry mouth, the soda sloshes all over my hands.
“Are…are you okay?” Hayden asks, a deep frown between his brows as he takes the glass from my trembling hand.
“I-I-I need to use the restroom.”
“Uh…okay. I think it’s over there,” he says, turning and pointing.
I swallow thickly.
