Page 92 of Hit Me With Your Best Shot
I peek out from behind the blanket, meeting his gaze. “It’s not your fault. But maybe…lock yourdoornext time?”
That seems like the obvious answer here.
“There is no lock. It’s a door code and I’m changing it.”
We lay there for a moment in awkward silence before I burst out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer. Gio glances over at me, a reluctant grin tugging at his lips.
“I’m glad you think this is funny,” he says, though there’s a teasing edge to his voice. “I was about to orgasm and now my balls are full of cum.”
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“Remind me to change the door code.”
I lean back against Nova’s kitchen counter, arms crossed, glaring daggers at her as she goes through the steps of making herself a cappuccino —from the machine I bought her, no less—as if she hadn’t fucked up my morning.
The ultimate cock block.
The faint sound of her music plays from a speaker somewhere, but it does nothing to cut the tension I’m radiating in her direction.
“In my defense, I wanted to go for a run.” She slurps from the coffee mug. “And ran out of electrolytes to put in my water bottle so I was coming to steal yours.
I stare at Nova, dumbfounded as she continues babbling.
“Then I heard noises and got worried—like, you could have been throwingupor whatever.”
Those noises were me fucking the woman I’m dating.
I clamp my lips shut because if there’s one thing I do not do, it’s discuss my sex life with my twin. Unlike Nova, I have boundaries I do not cross.
“When is the last time you heard someone throwing up? What world do you live in?”
My sister laughs, leaning against the counter. “All I’m saying is I’m sorry! I’ll never come unannounced ever again—I swear.”
Her apology feels more like an afterthought than anything else, but that’s my sister for you.
She pokes at the foam on top of her coffee.
"Let’s stop talking about you, it’s annoying," Nova announces, throwing up her free hand in mock surrender. "Let’s talk about me and my sex life. Oh wait. That won’t take long, I don’t have one."
That piques my interest and I jump at the chance to change the subject. "What do you mean?"
She sighs dramatically, setting the mug down on the counter with a loud clink. "I mean, my love life is a barren wasteland. An endless desert. A desolate void of despair and loneliness."
"Okay, tone it down, Shakespeare," I say, but a pang of guilt tugs at me for finally finding someone I click with on a personal level when Nova struggles to meet someone. "Why? What happened to that guy you were seeing? Uh, Todd, right?"
"Bart," she corrects, expression souring. She sticks out her tongue as she says, "He ghosted me."
Ghosted her?
What the fuck kind of dumbass dumps the sister of a professional hockey player? It comes with perks and Nova is a badass. What reason could he have to stop responding?
"Could it be because his name isBart?" I ask, frowning. Nova doesn’t usually seem fazed when a relationship doesn’t work out, but the way her shoulders sag tells me she may have liked this one more than the others. "The dude sounded like an idiot."
I’m trying to be supportive, already hating this guy.
She shrugs. "I mean, I thought we were having fun. Good conversation, decent chemistry. And then—poof. Gone. Like he never existed." She snaps her fingers for emphasis.
