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“Shut the fuck up,” I grunt.
It's true, it's all Cassidy.
Although nothing has happened with her, being in bed, near her has certainly worked its magic.
I don't know what it is about this girl, but one thing is for certain, bringing her on was the best decision I've ever made.
22
CASSIDY
It’s so good to be home.
The past few days in Tampa were trying to say the least.
The Saints won game two, but if I’m being honest, how well they played or didn’t is the least of my problems.
The proximity was killing me.
Sharing a bed was torture.
When you want a man as much as I want Aiden, not jumping his bones when he’s only a breath away is no small feat.
Don’t get me wrong, I love being with him, and as much as I want to spend every minute around Aiden, to soak up our time because it will inevitably end, right now I don’t.
I need a break from that man.
Like tonight, I’m exhausted and would love nothing more than to get in my pajamas, crawl into bed, and watch all the romantic comedies I can find. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I’m just off. I need to distract myself with anything that will make me laugh so I don’t burst into tears.
But that’s not in the cards for me.
Tonight, I get to lay on the charm and pretend I’m Aiden’s girl. The only problem is the lines seem to blur far too easily for me. I need to do better at protecting my heart.
Aiden Slate has already crushed it once, and I refuse to allow it to happen again.
Which is likely why I’m in this foul mood. Our last few times together, he listened. He wanted to know things about me, and that does horrible things to my head. It makes me think things that I have no business thinking.
Grow up, Cassidy.
My phone rings, and I see Emma’s name lighting up the screen.
“Save me,” I say, sounding whiny and tired.
“Dare I ask why you need saving?”
I groan. “I’m meeting Aiden at a trendy lounge bar downtown, where they’re having a small VIP meet and greet.” I turn up my best peppy cheerleader voice, infusing each word with faux excitement.
“That sounds fun. What’s it for?”
I sigh. She would find this sort of thing fun. “It’s an annual fundraiser that raises money for a different charity each year. A bunch of bigwig moguls with way too much money will be there, flexing their wallets for a chance to rub elbows with some NHL greats.”
“Aw, poor Cassidy. You get to walk among the elite. I’m so sad for you.”
I rub at my temple. “My head already hurts from all the egotistical talk I’ll be subjected to.”
“Try to have fun, Cass. I know this is out of your element, but you’re capable of fun. I’ve seen you bust out a dance or turn on the charm when needed. You’ve got this.”
“You’re the worst pep talker.”
