Page 94 of On the Breakaway

“I guess it’s good that I swore off relationships for a while then.”

Wyatt scoffs. “Single Grayson is just as boring as Relationship Grayson.”

“I’m not boring.” I smack Wyatt’s shoulder, then glance at Liam. “Tell him I’m not boring.”

His eyes flicker between us. “I’ve been trying to stop lying as much. You know?”

“Oh, fuck all of you.” I take a swig from my beer.

“Seriously, though,” Liam points at me. “Maybe if you got laid…”

“What the hell does that have to do with me being boring?”

“Who’s boring?” Her voice sounds behind me, and every thought in my head cuts off.

Avery’s eyes lock on mine while the rest of the soccer team files into our section.

Her hair falls in glamorous waves over her bare shoulders, catching gold beneath the club lights every time she moves. The black dress she’s wearing should honestly be considered criminal because it clings to every inch of her in a way that’s too fucking distracting.

My grip tightens slightly around my drink as my eyes trail her body.

Beside me, Liam lets out a low whistle. “Well, damn.”

I barely hear him because Avery catches me staring, and instead of looking embarrassed, her mouth lifts slowly into a smug little smirk.

Nathan pulls Wesley in for a kiss, folding her into his arms, then yells over the noise, “Grayson’s boring.”

Avery’s smirk deepens. “That’s not news. He’s always been boring.”

“I’m not boring,” I say again, shaking my head.

“You give off ‘nice guy with no wild side’ vibes,” Becca adds, stealing a beer from the bucket on the table.

No wild side, my ass. I had Avery spread out on a bathroom counter for me a little over a month ago while she came on my fingers. But I can’t exactly say that, so I just roll my eyes.

“Kayla has this friend, Morgan, and she’s smoking hot. Let me text her. I’m sure they’d come here tonight. Seriously, it’d be good for you to get laid.”

I’m about to tell him to fuck off, but I notice Avery’s entire body stiffen beside me.

Before I can speak, she does, “Liam, honey, if you text other girls to come meet you after I brought my entire team here to hang out, I’ll kill you.”

She smiles sweetly at him like she didn’t just threaten his life. My ego soars because, whether it’s true or not, I’ve fully convinced myself she did that to make sure I don’t hook up with another woman.

“Oh, c’mon.” Liam tosses an arm around her shoulder. “No one on your team will sleep with me.”

“That’s because they know better,” Avery pats his cheek. “You’ll survive one night.”

“Aren’t soul sisters supposed to help each other get laid?” He asks, making a pouting face.

Avery glances down at her hand like she’s checking something, then clicks her tongue. “Sorry, Liam, it’s not in the handbook. You boys will have to find other ways to have fun tonight.”

“Like by dancing with me,” Becca says, grabbing Liam’s hand.

His pout disappears instantly. “Grayson, at least come dance for fucks sake,” Liam motions to the dance floor full of women, most of whom are looking over at us.

“I’m good.” The only thing worse than being in a nightclub is dancing in one.

“See? Boring.” Wyatt mumbles before sprawling out on the couch.