Fuck, get out of this one, Will.
Five minutes later, I’ve got Ashley—the brunette who won’t stop talking about how her ex-boyfriend cheated on her last summer—sitting in my lap and a smug Tristan opposite me with his phone out in front of him.
I swear to God, if he’s taking pictures, I’ll crush him against the boards next practice.
To my left, Mason has his hands all over the blonde while he talks directly into her ear.
I nudge him in the side. “Should I make myself scarce from our hotel room tonight?”
The blonde pulls out her phone and snaps a picture of her kissing his jaw, immediately posting it to her socials.
My roommate is hammered, although I see the look of uncertainty in his eyes. He knows he’s effectively putting the final nail in the coffin with Eloise.
“Where will you two go?” His eyes flick to Ashley as she talks with her friend about the story she just uploaded to Instagram.
All I want to do is slide this girl off my lap and make a beeline for Drew’s hotel room. I don’t care if we drink hot chocolate and watch Viking programs all night, so long as I’m near her and she knows that the girl in front of me never made it to my bed.
“I’m not taking her home.”
“Wait, what?!” Ashley’s head snaps to me, brows pulled together in confusion. “I thought we were going to hook up tonight.”
I don’t need to see him to know the dark laugh echoing behind Ashley belongs to Tristan.
I shake my head and slide out from beneath her. “I don’t know where you got that idea from, but it isn’t happening.”
She points to my lap. “Um … I guess I kind of got that impression when you let me sit on you.”
Ashley has a point, and if my fucking teammate laughs one more time, then I’m going to throat-punch him.
“I’m kind of seeing someone.”
Fuck. I said it.
Mason’s attention snaps to me. “You are?”
“I’m sure she’ll be really chill over you getting into it with me tonight,” Ashley snaps at me. “Once a playboy, always a playboy.”
The beer sitting in my gut rolls around, and I pull my phone from my pocket, opening my latest messages to Drew. They were all sent after the game, and she still hasn’t replied to any of them.
Me
You looked stunning, and I couldn’t help the celebration.
You’re mad at me, aren’t you?
If I come to your room tonight, will you answer?
Don’t ignore me. I bought you a fruit basket and champagne.
Here’s a picture of me. Dressed to head out for a night with my teammates when all I can think about is spending it with you.
I should take her silence as a hint and let her cool off ahead of tomorrow’s meeting.
That’s definitely what I should do.
Me
I don’t know if you’re asleep, but in around twenty minutes, there will be four knocks on your suite door, and they will all belong to me.
