“It still astonishes me how you live like this. How do you not speak English? You aren’t bilingual.”
“My brain only understands grunts. I revert to caveman Wolfe.”
“Actually, that tracks. Anyway, I was saying good morning and asking what you guys are doing later.” Seaborn makes himself a coffee.
There’s something itching in the back of my brain. “Ask Archangel. He’s better at my schedule.”
Speak of the devil, Archangel scoffs from the doorway. His gaze crawls over me, and I sip my drink, waiting for him to speak first.
“We’re going to the club. At least I am. I didn’t get laid last night.” He’s entirely sass, and it rubs me wrong. “You coming?”
The feelings from last night come back. I’m annoyed and a little possessive. For no reason at all. Or maybe that’s why I wokeup annoyed. And he left last night which didn’t help. Sometimes I hate sharing him.
Seaborn shakes his head. “Not to the kind of club you’re going to. I need to be careful before the draft.”
“I didn’t think you would.” Archangel winks, then turns to me. “I’m guessing you’re a no, too?”
I narrow my eyes, knowing what he’s doing. “I’m game.”
Archangel clearly didn’t expect that response, and he’s left speechless. I keep sipping my DP waiting. Finally, he speaks, “What angle are you playing here?”
“A straight man can’t go to a gay club and take in the atmosphere?”
“Literally no.”
“Then I’ll be the first.”
He throws up his hands. “Do what you want, but like Seaborn said, this could fuck up the draft.”
I roll my shoulders. “I’m not worried about anyone thinking anything about me. They either want my mad skills, or they don’t.”
Archangel rolls his eyes. “I’d give you shit for being so cocky, but you are the best goalie in the league.”
“I know.” I start a latte macchiato for him on his fancy espresso maker. “Where’d you go last night?” I say with all the nonchalance I can muster.
“What do you mean?” He’s right behind me when I turn with the coffee.
It catches me off guard, but I stay cool as a cucumber. I hand him the coffee, but he doesn’t back up.
“You left…” I can’t figure out a way to word what I want to say without sounding weird, so I just leave it at that.
“Last night?” he asks, acting like he’s confused.
“When else would I mean?” I hate the tension between us. I don’t even know what caused it. Usually, things are easy with him.
“You were asleep. I went to sleep in my bed.” His brows furrow, and now I actually believe he’s confused.
“We used to have sleepovers.” I don’t even know the point I’m trying to make.
“When we were kids.”
“I didn’t really get to be a kid, so maybe I still want to be.” I side-step to get out of the close proximity, but he moves with me.
“Wolfe.” His whole face falls, and now I feel bad.
I shake my head, putting on a smile. “It’s fine. I’m going to have to grow up after this year and get a real job. I guess I have to get used to it.”
“A real job?” He shoves my shoulder playfully. “I’m the one who’s going to need a real job. You’re going to be playing a game!”
