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“Stop being cocky. It’s annoying.”
“I think you want my cockiness inside you,” I tease, moving my erection across her stomach.
“I do, but I don’t. You didn’t send me my good morning text. Do you know how that feels after having sex with my best friend that you instantly forget? I felt discarded like a pizza box after a party. Damn it, Dane, you didn’t text me, today of all days. A little sexy talk and a trip down memory lane isn’t enough to get my pants off.”
“What is?” I laugh because I love it when she’s feisty.
Lettie takes a heavy breath and grunts. “God, is this how you get girls in bed?”
“I’ve never had to try,” I say, as she squirms to get away from me.
“Right. You’re Dane the fucking Great. I don’t have time for games, you know that. I can’t have sex with you casually. I wish to God I could, but I can’t. Training and competing for a spot on the Olympic team is my priority. I can’t be worrying about what you’re doing on campus. Who’s relieving your stress and giving you blowjobs or worse.”
I have no clue what to say. We can’t just jump into being a couple, can we? But one thing is certain, I would never cheat on her.
She finally picks up her phone that beeped with a message twenty minutes ago. I only see her profile, her small but straight nose, and her pouty lips, reminding me of a caricature we had drawn in Gatlinburg our freshman year of college when the artist captured her expressive eyes and plumped up her lips.
“When did you send my Good Morning text?” she asks with a shaky breath.
I move over and sit on the bed in front of her, holding her hands in mine. For the first time in college, I want someone to hold.
Struggling to begin, she squeezes my hands, urging me to speak. When I don’t, she says, “Just tell me. However, you feel, I’ll adjust. I just can’t be in limbo. You of all people understand I need defined perimeters. Best friends. I got it and stayed in my lane. But now, it will be hard to…”
“This morning, I woke up and was so fucking happy. I mean happier than I’ve been since Mom and Dad let us buy a dog.”
She laughs, throwing her head back. “You were pretty happy that day but happier than the day you signed with Stallions?”
“Last night, I was happier than any other day in my life. When I woke up with a shit-eating grin on my face, I picked my phone up off the floor in the living room, shoved it in my shorts, and went downstairs because I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed.”
“Why?”
Expelling a short laugh, knowing I hoped to have more of the same, I say, “Well, I admit I wanted to give you enough sustenance to last another round. But also because I love watching you eat. The cute little way you close your eyes and moan when you have an omelet with cheese and bacon.”
“I do not.”
“You do. And I’ll do anything to hear you moan.” My fingers swipe the skin of her palm. “Last night was…”
“Dane, geez, stay focused. Maybe you’re the one who needs ADHD meds. I have some in my bag if you want some. Back to this morning when you left me in this hotel room, and I found you laughing and sharing a meal with another woman.”
I inhale a deep breath, “When I got to the restaurant to order, my parents were there with Daisy and her parents. Mom asked where you were and I said, ‘Still sleeping.’ So, we had breakfast. Honestly, I didn’t know how to get away without it looking like we had sex. I know I still smelled like you. I hadn’t even had a shower. I slipped my phone from my pocket and realized it was dead. Daisy’s parents asked if I could give Daisy some pointers about life on campus. I swear I wasn’t flirting with her. We were just talking. They left, and I was almost done telling her about the best frat parties and how they are mostly held off campus when you showed up. Dad had asked me to pay the bill because he was late for his golf game with his donors. I waited and waited until the waiter finally came, and I settled up. And I ran up twelve flights of stairs because there was a crowd at the elevator.”
Curling her lips up and to the side, I smile and pull her into my lap. The exact position that started our little escapade on the patio.
She’s mulling over my story, and I feel her body relax. “Okay. But when did you send the text?”
“When I walked into the suite, I heard you muttering to yourself. I plugged my phone in and sent the Good Morning text. It took me a minute because I had to think about it. Are you going to send me one back?”
“Don’t look.” She folds her lips, smiling at the phone as she types out a message.
I look at my phone when it beeps and read both of our messages aloud.
Me: Morning, Lettie Bug. Don’t run away when you’re all I want.
Lettie: Morning, Dane the Great. I hate to run, but I’d love to do the downward dog.
“You’re a bad girl.”
“So bad.” She swings one leg over so she can straddle me. “Last night was beautiful; today, I want to be naughty.”
