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“Hey! Do you want to come to a dinner party at my place?”

I arch my brows in surprise. I know about the dinner with his sister tomorrow, but is this the same thing?

“Yeah, sure.” I pause for a second and add, “When is it?”

“Tomorrow night.”

Fuck yes.

“What time?” I ask, knowing Lettie will be there at six, but he doesn’t know that I know, you know?

“Six would be good.”

“You cooking?”

A blush streaks up his neck. “We’ll see.”

“All right.” I pat him on the back. “See you tomorrow night.”

His brows furrow. “We are still driving home together tonight.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m almost ready.” I fumble with a few more things in my locker and throw a sweatshirt into my bag.

“I’ll be ready in five,” Sebastian says and walks back to his locker.

I snicker to myself, knowing it will be at least ten minutes, but I don’t mind. I grab my phone and send a text.

Me: Guess who is also going to a dinner party tomorrow night?

Lettie: You are?? Where??

Me: Do you think I get regularly invited to dinner parties?

Lettie: Yeah. I kinda do

Lettie: You’re a popular guy

Me: Not that popular

Me: Plus, attending dinner parties isn’t a common thing among football players

Me: At least I don’t think

Lettie: So you’ll be at my brother’s tomorrow?

Me: Yeah

Lettie: I can’t wait to see you then :)

A huge grin appears on my face. I haven’t seen Lettie in a few days, ever since she was in my bed. We’ve been texting daily, though, so I’m taking it as a good sign that things aren’t weird between us.

Me: Same

Me: Come up to my place beforehand?

Lettie: Oh yeah?

Me: Yeah. I want to show you something