I frown at that, opening up the message. “What? Why?”
“You are the worst girlfriend in the world. Your boy is playing there. Against the Bears. Their bitter rival. Also, Karter and Tasia want to come. Tas said she’s over it and she wants to tell you something, all good, I promise, because I made her tell me first.”
None of what Cyn is saying registers with me when I read the text on my phone.
33
I want you wearing my name on your body tonight. Least you could do after sleeping in my bed.
I groan out loud, despite the warmth building in my core. “Why does everyone assume I’m going to spend my life following around a hockey player? Don’t you both realize I have alife?”
Cynthia starts snorting, then outright laughing, and when I look up, I see her gesturing around the room. At us. On her bed. Friday night.Corpse Brideon TV.
I start laughing too, despite myself, throwing in another eye roll for good measure.
Cynthia slides down on the bed, her curly dark hair flowering over her head as she holds her phone above her face, no doubt putting in her saved credit card details for her new clothes.
“Good to know he wants you there too,” she says, correctly inferring it was Faust who texted me.
I’m not wearing a T-shirt. I have better taste than that.
His reply is instant.
33
I dropped something off for you with the old man downstairs.
Casper.Ugh. I don’t want Faust bugging him too, but that exchange will give me the chance to ask about cameras around the building.
My face feels hot and I can’t stop smiling.Fuck.And he wasn’t even a psychopath who came to my door. Polite.Hot.
“What was that you said about Tas?” I ask, still not quite convinced I’m going to the game. It feels a lot like chasing, and I don’t chase dick. I might ride it, yeah, but that’s different.
Cynthia presses something on her phone, then clicks the button on the side, dimming the screen.
She turns to me, cradling her phone to her chest, her face glowing from the skincare she did earlier, and I have no doubt it’s prep for makeup for tonight. Glad to know everyone just assumed I’d be a puck bunny with no advanced warning. I mean, they’re not wrong, but damn.
“Do you want me to tell you, or let her do it?”
“I’m not getting in an Uber with her unless I know what she’s going to ambush me with.” She is not my drama.
“Wait!” Cyn holds up her index finger in the air. “What’s up with Sylvan and you, by the way? Are you trying to pull some kind of Will-Jackson with them?” She laughs as I frown. “That didn’t work out so well last time.”
“They’re dead, Cynthia.” I can’t bring myself to add conviction to my tone. I think of the antisocial personality disorder case study and wonder if I’m the problem.
Cyn presses her lips together like she’s trying not to laugh. Then she just says, “I mean, yeah, it is fucked up.” This time, she’s serious. “But really. What’s going on with Sylvan Connor?I don’t think you should take them both at one time, at the very least. They’re… tall. Their dicks are probably not small.”
“They’re not.Notbecause I’ve seen them,” I rush in when Cynthia gives me alook.“But I’ve felt them. Through layers of clothes.” The blush is a tangible thing I can feel, down my throat, under my eyes.
Cynthia shakes her head in amusement, but then she says, very seriously, “Don’t end up with both of them. Don’t try that. Tasia thinks something is off about Sylvan. He’s hot, don’t get me wrong, but you don’t need more ofthat.”
“Tasia can go fuck herself.”
Cynthia laughs. “She might have to, since Sylvan seems to have moved on toyou.”
I roll my eyes. “What does she want?”
“She wants to make sure you’re okay with her sleeping with…” She trails off, snaps her fingers. “I don’t remember his name; I wasn’t there to meet him. Who was the guy you were straddling before Tasia got her feelings hurt in the first place?”
