My eyes are blurry but it isn't the name You Know You Want It over a photo of us from Yes Day on the screen.
"Harper?" I ask as I answer.
"Hello Rhys Reid."
"You don't have to say my full name everytime." I shift to let my legs fall off the side of the bed.
"Right, well, hello Rhys, umm, how are you?" I hear whispering in the background.
I put the phone on speaker and set it on the bedside table. I roll my neck from side to side and kick off my boots. I toss my t-shirt down on the spilled water to sop it up. All the while I hear distant conversation and Harper shushing whoever she’s with. "Why does it feel like you're calling me on behalf of the person crushing on me?"
"Well I guess I sort of am, he just doesn't know it."
I hear "oh give me that" before muffled sounds of a scuffle.
"Hello Rhys Reid? It's Caroline."
"Hello." They’re going to keep using my full name apparently.
"Listen, you have some groveling to do after that disgusting show of PDA. But we're going to help you."
So, he did see it. I collapse into my pillows and curl up.
"Why?" My question comes out on a crack of air.
"Because Duncan is special to us, he's our friend, and he's in love with you."
My eyes fly open, and the world looks brighter. "What?"
"Sorry if that is a surprise but we're under a timeline here and if this is going to work we have to act now."
Hope fills my chest. "Let's hear it."
Chapter forty-seven
Duncan
I'm not a fucking donkey.
"Sofuckedup."Emmettsays as he stuffs air-popped popcorn into his mouth.
"Is that what I’m supposed to be learning?" I ask as I sip my ginger ale.
"Maybe. You’re fucked up for letting Rhys leave." Emmett shrugs and I rip the bag from his lap sending kernels flying all over Felix’s suite. We’re supposed to be taking our pre-game naps. Well Aiden still is but we all know better than to fuck with a goalie’s routine.
"Dude!" E.T. grumbles.
"I’m not fucked up for letting Rhys leave. He said he couldn't go back to friends-with-benefits. I had been his boyfriend for like a day!"
The pain of that night hits me again.
"Shhhhhhhhht." Felix hisses as he points to Crosby who passed out the second his back hit the headboard earlier. I think I see a line of drool sliding out the side of his mouth. The new dad is out cold.
"Plus, we’re supposed to be relaxing." Bryson says as he stretches.
"Then maybe don’t make me watch some fucked up thriller." I mutter.
"Fair." Felix says as he hits pause. "You’ve seen it before right?"
