“Our good luck charm’s back!” Jordan announces, and the team whoops.
I hold my hands up, and give them all an indulgent smile. “No pressure or nothing.”
Char runs up to Jordan and throws her arms around him. He hugs her back eagerly, and I raise my eyebrows at him.
“Good luck tonight, darling!” Char plants a kiss on his cheek, leaving behind a smudge of nude lipstick. “You’re gonna kill ‘em!”
“That’s the hope,” Jordan replies. “Thanks for coming. I’ve never had anyone to give my tickets to before.”
Char cups his face in her hands and smiles. “Of course. I’m thrilled to be here.”
“Alright you two, off you go, this isn’t the boy aquarium,” Ricky teases, and waves a finger in the direction of the door. “I better hear you screaming for us.”
The team erupts in cheers and loud cries of “Eyyyyyyy!”, and Ricky rolls his eyes.
“No, no, that’s not what I-” He gives up, shaking his head and laughing as the others drown him out.
“We’ll scream for you, don’t worry!” Char blows them all a kiss from the door, and I drag her away before anyone else falls madly in love with her. The stadium above us is getting louder, the dull roar of the spectators echoing through the halls.
“Come on, let’s get to our seats,” I say, linking my arm through hers as we make our way up, up, up to the stands.
“This is brilliant!” Char exclaims, shielding her eyes from the bright lights as she looks down over the pitch. “What a view!”
“So.” I pull her down next to me and lean in close. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on with you and Jordan?”
Char gazes at me innocently, and flutters her eyelashes. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Char, give me a break. Running into his arms, calling him darling?” I jab a finger into her side and she giggles. “Come on, tell. I need to know everything.”
“There is nothing to know.” Char coquettishly flips her hair over her shoulder and gives me a smile. “Jordan and I are just good friends.”
“Yeah right, good friends who are shagging.”
She looks around to make sure no one is within earshot, and leans close to me. “He’s celibate.”
“He’s what?” I ask, probably a little too loudly.
“Celibate.” Char whispers the word emphatically, and nods. “I was surprised, too. But turns out he took a vow of celibacy before he left Ireland.”
“What the fuck for?”
Char shrugs. “I don’t know. He said he did something very, very bad. And now he has to do penance for it.”
“Wow.” I look down at the field. “Who’d have thought?”
“Mmmm. He wouldn’t even tell me what it was, but it was bad enough for him to leave Ireland.” Char drapes her arms over her crossed legs, looking down over the crowd beneath us. “Whatever it is, it still tortures him.”
I turn to her with a raised eyebrow. “And why exactly did he tell you all of this?”
“I will have you know that people trust me.” Char inspects her nails. “They know I’ll keep all their secrets. I have that trustworthy energy about me, you know?”
“Oh yeah, brilliant at keeping secrets you are,” I say with a chuckle. “The very soul of discretion.”
Char looks back at me with a roll of her eyes. “Well, obviously that doesn’t countyou. I tell you everything. We’re a package deal, basically the same person. Your brain is my brain.” She sighs happily. “Anyway, you can rest easy knowing I’m not shagging Jordan Sumner, we’re just very good friends.”
“If anyone can make a man break his vow of celibacy, it’s you,” I mutter under my breath, and Char giggles.
“Oh, look out.” Char grins over my shoulder. “Daddy DILF incoming.”
