Me
Football puns, really? I did exactly what you told me to do, I admitted how I feel about her.
Darcy
You took a punt. It might not have scored a goal but it moved you down the field.
Me
Annie made it clear that nothing can happen between us. Which I respect, by the way. She has more sense than you, and me for listening to you.
Darcy
Your advance was intercepted by Auston’s pretty darn big defense.
Me
Please stop with the puns.
Darcy
Okay. But I really think this timeout was well placed. An opportunity for you to regroup and come out stronger on the next drive.
Me
We’re done here.
Darcy
Love ya
Me
Yeah, you, too
I walk into the players’ area and almost trip over my big ass feet because Annie is set up with her laptop on a table in the corner of the lounge area. I arranged this, convinced Coach to let Annie interview some of the guys, but it still takes me by surprise.Shedoes.
It hits me like a dime from the top of a skyscraper – I’ve missed her.
It’s been two clear days and somehow, she got even prettier.
She’s interviewing Max, giggling at something he says, cheeks rosy.
Sex complicates everything, even when you’re not having it, because I miss my roommate and friend as much as I miss the girl I’m falling for. Who happens to be the very last girl I should be falling for, not least because even though she said mylikeis reciprocated, she hasn’t spoken to me since she said we wouldn’t be doing anything about it.
Since she decided to stay home and consider her next move with her ex instead of hanging out at home with me.
Why did I listen to my sister?
She hasn’t spotted me yet, so I give myself the treat of watching her work. Hair tumbling down her back, lips turned up and welcoming, fingers typing on her laptop. Her typical shirt is tucked behind a big belt buckle on her jeans and she’s wearing those scuffed cowboy boots on the legs I fantasize about being wrapped around my waist.
“Would you quit making eyes at Quinn’s sister?” Omar says, holding a free weight from the gym, sweat running down the veins of his forearms like a river.
“I’m not making anything,” I protest, quickly scanning the room and, unsurprisingly, finding Colton not far from his sister, in the lounge area. From what I can see, he’s drinking a protein shake but the rookies are tucking into one of Annie’s pecan pies.
Suddenly, I’m flashing back to kissing her up against the hotel room wall on Saturday, intoxicated by her taste, the sound of her groaning into my mouth.
“You know Quinn will kill you if you make a move on his sister?”
