One day soon, I’ll say it out loud. But I can be strategic. I can play it smart.
I missed my shot once before. I won’t miss again.
“Get some rest. I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”
“I keep worrying I’ll wake up and all of this will have been a really wonderful dream,” she says with a hushed, slightly slurred whisper.
“Not a dream, Rosebud. And if it is, I don’t want to wake up, either.”
Her breathing slows and evens out as I run my fingers up and down her back, over her shoulders, and down her arms. But I don’t stop. Not even after she starts snoring lightly. Not even after my own eyes grow heavy with the need for sleep. BecauseIndie isn’t the only one who needs reassurance that all of this is real.
I don’t stop touching her until the darkness claims me.
thirty-three
INDIGO
I’m notsure my feet even touch the ground as I walk from Sebastian’s car up to the front door of my little rental. My lips tingle from the way he just kissed the hell out of me, and I’m pleasantly sore after he woke me up to some of the best sex I’ve ever had.
If he didn’t have practice and I didn’t need to get some work done on this manuscript, I don’t think either of us would have left the bed.
Careful not to disturb Lola and Megan if they’re still sleeping, I tiptoe into the house and quietly lock the door.
“Good morning, my fellow sex goddess.”
I jump, letting out a startled little shriek at the very loud greeting, and turn around to find Lola doubled over in laughter in the kitchen. “Dammit, Lols. Not cool.”
“Sorry, boo. I thought you saw me in here.”
“Obviously not. I was trying to be quiet in case Megan was still here.” Glancing around, I don’t see any sign of her, but I don’t want to assume and say something embarrassing. “Is she?”
“Nah. They had an early practice this morning,” Lola says, turning her back to me for a moment before she slides a mug of coffee toward me across the kitchen island. “Unfortunately.”
“So how did things go?” The mug is warm against my hands, and I groan in satisfaction when I take the first sip. “I’m assuming well with all the sex-goddess talk.”
“Girl.Welldoesn’t even begin to cover it.” Lola sighs dreamily, color rising in her cheeks. “I think I’m in love.”
I almost spit out my coffee, but thankfully keep it in my mouth since I’m wearing Sebastian’s nice button-down shirt over last night’s dress. “I’m sorry, what?”
“She’s so fucking hot, Indie.” Lola wanders into the living room, mug in hand, and curls her legs beneath her on the couch. “And she’s smart. Really smart. And the sex?” Lola fans her face. “Life changing.”
Settling in next to her, I grin at my bestie. “That good, huh?”
“You have no idea.”
“I might.” My core chooses that moment to throb, as if in agreement.
“I love this for us,” Lola says, resting her head on my shoulder. “Both of us getting pounded into the mattress by hot hockey players. We’re living the dream, bestie. Living the dream.”
I laugh, but she’s not wrong. It’s been my dream for as long as I can remember, and it’s finally coming true. “You two going to see each other again?”
“Yep. And she’s trying to get us tickets for one of their home games for this round of the playoffs.”
“That’s amazing, Lols.” I rest my head against hers and smile like a fool. I’m so happy. And to see my best friend happy too? It doesn’t get much better than this.
“I’m going to send Griffin flowers or something. I owe that guy.”
“Something tells me it’ll be enough for him to know it went well. Bash says he’s a big softie and that he has a whole shelf full of romance novels.” I wonder if he’s ever read one of my books?
