“I know,” he grunts.
We fall silent as a group of rookies walks past us.
“She was just telling me about my new contract and intel on Kyle,” I inform him, throwing the poor guy a bone. Lance nods, satisfied with my answer. “Are you ever going to tell us what happened?” I ask as we enter the meeting room.
“The less you know...” He slips his hands into his pockets and slouches, looking like a sad as fuck hunchback.
“Fair. If you ever want to talk—”
“Yeah, I know. Thanks, man.”
“Anytime.” I slap him on the back as we take seats next to the rest of the guys for the team meeting.
The minute coach Anson starts his speech, I zone out, already counting down the minutes until Savanna will be in my bed again.
forty-two
Savannah
Myphonebuzzesinmy pocket, sending my heart racing.
I’m on the overnight shift while Nico is away. It’s exhausting, but I’d rather be working than in bed alone. I really freaking miss him. Sleeping alone was once my favorite pastime, but not anymore. Now, I hate sleeping in bed without Nico.
I still haven’t answered him about moving in. I want to, but it feels too soon.
A part of me expected Nico to be pushier about moving in, but he’s been incredibly sweet and patient. We haven’t spoken directly about why I’m hesitant, but I think he understands I need to clear things up with Charlotte first.
Aside from the one text a few days ago, Charlotte still won’t talk to me. Not that I blame her. I don’t know how I’d handle it if she dated my ex. Bradley pops into my head. I would definitely be upset if she dated that egotistical tool. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself.
I shove all thoughts of Charlotte and Bradley out of my head and swipe open my phone.
My message is a picture. An incredibly hot picture of a shirtless Nico lying in bed, with his bottom lip popped out into a sexy pout. His black hair falls over his piercing gray eyes, and his golden-tanned skin and tattoos are a dark contrast to the white sheets of his hotel bed. He looks delectable as ever, and my body agrees.
Like they say on my favorite island dating show, my fanny flutters.
Baseball Boy:Sleeping alone is overrated.
You miss me, baseball boy?
Baseball Boy:Me and my dick miss you.
My face flames reading his text. I don’t know how he gets my body to react the way it does, but I hope it never ends. I’m addicted to the butterflies in my stomach and the sense of falling each time he touches me.
I press my phone to my chest and look over my shoulder to make sure my residents are busy, then rush off towards the supply closet—the same one Nico and I fooled around in. Slamming the door shut, I shove the mop and water bucket aside and type out my response.
I’m not sure how to respond to that while I’m at work.
Baseball Boy:You respond by telling me you miss me too and can’t wait to ride my dick when I gethome.
I miss you and your big dick too.
Baseball boy:Love that you mentioned how big my dick is.
Don’t get cocky, baseball boy.
Baseball Boy:I’m always cocky for you.
I know. I kind of like you cocky for me.
