Tell Piper and I’ll kill you
Cash
You’d never do it. You’d miss your future brother-in-law too much
No, I don’t think I will
I lockmy phone screen to prevent any other misfired text messages. If it’s in my pocket, maybe I won’t accidentally make an idiot of myself. Or worse, out Graham.
Fuck. That’d be the worst thing in the world.
“Hey.” Graham is walking through the front door, grocery bag in hand, startling me.
“Hi.”
“You okay?” He eyes me as he sets the bag down on the counter.
“Sorry. I was texting with the guys and couldn’t seem to text the right person.”
“You didn’t?—”
“I didn’t send them anything I shouldn’t have. Might have hinted I’m seeing someone, but not much more than that.”
I don’t miss the relief that my words give him. I hate it. I hate that we’re not on the same page about what we’re doing here.
“I didn’t think you would. But good to check.”
“Right.”
Graham puts the groceries away before heading toward his room. I watch the tension in his shoulders release as he walks away from me.
Maybe this means time has run out on the two of us. That we should both move on. If we call it quits now, maybe it’ll be easier than if we keep it going.
As much as I want to continue being with him, I think it’s run its course. That conversation is something that I have time to figure out.
Because it’s not a right-now conversation.
That’s for later.
Right now, the only thing I need to be focusing on is Detroit. Getting the win for the Knights.
After?
After, I can figure out what this thing with Graham has become.
It’s no longer a friends-with-benefits situation. Or a roommates-with-benefits situation. I don’t know what it is to him, but it’s a hell of a lot more to me.
We can’t call it a relationship. Hell, would I even know what one looks like since I’ve never been in a serious one? What Graham and I have has been the most real thing in my life.
How can a few short texts put me so on edge? It tells me we are not anywhere close to being on the same page.
Fuck. I hate when feelings get involved.
Because now I have no idea what I’m going to do.
Chapter Twenty
NOAH
