He hits the remote and the film resumes.
But the only thing on my mind right now is Tori.
No touching. No kissing. No hotel room hookups.
I promised I’d be good, but I’m not sure how longthat’s gonna last. I need to get my mind off yesterday. Her taste, her smell, the way she said my damn name.
Bennett.
All breathy and needy, like she couldn’t get enough.
“You think you can pull a move like that off?” Weston interrupts my daydream.
“Huh?”
“That move. Could you do it?”
I squint at the screen, trying to rewind the film back in my mind.
Yeah, I got nothing.
“Sure.” I force bravado into my tone, kick my legs out.
“Bro — you have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?” Weston shakes his head, a half-smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re not even watching the film.”
“Not true. I’m right here.”
“Physically.” Callum grunts the word, leaning forward and pretending to analyze the film. “Mentally, you’re checked out.”
“Fantasizing about the Ice Queen.” Weston elbows me and I grimace.
“Stop calling her that.” I grit the words out, aggravation churning in my gut. “And I’m not.”
“Sure, dude. For starters, you’re grinning like a psychopath. And second, I saw you flirting with her this morning. You called herSunshinewithin fifteen feet of her dad.” Weston folds his arms across his chest, satisfied. Like he just solved a true crime mystery or something.
I rake a hand through my hair. “That’s my personality. You know that. I’m a ladies’ man.”
“I hesitate to say this — but you’re usually smarter about your picks.” Weston’s jaw tightens, his eyes trained on me.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I crack my knuckles, aggravation building in my gut.
“It means you’re playing around with the team owner’s daughter. Are you fucking nuts, Benny?” Callum cocks his head at me, scraping a hand over his jaw.
“No. And I’m notplaying aroundwith her.”
“So it’s serious then?” Weston asks, his brows knitting.
“I mean, no. We’re…it’s nothing.” The word catches in my throat, totally unconvincing.
“Right…” Weston bobs his head up and down, his lips pressed tight.
Not a chance in hell he believes me.
Callum leans in, drops his voice low. “Don’t get burned, Benny. That’s all we’re saying.”
My chest tightens and I shove a hand in my hoodie pocket. “I know.”
Everyone thinks I’m a ticking time bomb.
