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But her expression changes as she pushes off the wall until her front is pressed tightly against mine. “Like I said, I was okay with meaningless sex, but you’re obviously still hung up on it. I won’t be thinking of that night or youat all. It’ll be like it never happened.”
Her soft, supple, forbidden body is molded to my own, my arms caging her in.
“I guess that makes you a liar, then, Juliet.”
“I guess that makes you one too,Romeo.” She smirks. “Thanks for the okay-ish dick.”
With that, she ducks under my arm and disappears out of the locker room door, leaving me with a painful hard-on and wishing that she was anyone other than the one girl I canneverfucking have.
* * *
“So, how’d it go?”Briggs asks the moment I flop down onto his couch and sigh heavily. “He ream your ass?”
After I got my dick under control, I drove straight to Briggs’ house, and the entire ride here, I thought about nothing but the smart-mouthed blonde. Oh, and the fact that I’m fucked, royally.
I have no idea how the hell I’m going to do this. Be around her and pretend that it never happened.
“About that…”
All of their eyes snap to me, whipping from the video game he, Asher, and Reed are playing.
Chaney’s working on some blanket he’s knitting because apparently, men who are in touch with their feminine side get more girls. So he’s taken up a new hobby. Not going to lie, seeing him with a pair of knitting needles and his eyebrows furrowed in intense concentration is almost enough to make me crack a smile.
I’ll have to fuck with him another time.
“I think the universe may be fucking with me because I am completely fucked,” I say miserably.
“Told you not to fuck with the universe, dude. How many times did I tell you that?” Chaney mutters, not looking up from the blue yarn in his hands.
“Shut up.”
Briggs pauses the game and gives me his full attention. “What happened?”
Reed and Asher follow suit, all eyes on me as I take a deep breath. “I sawmyJuliet again today…”
Reed’s eyebrows raise. “Mystery girl?”
I nod. “Yup. Turns out she’s not all that hard to find. Not that I was looking. She’s the coach’s fucking daughter, and she walked right into the meeting.”
Groans sound around the room, and Reed drops the controller onto the floor in shock. “No. Fuck no. Fuckkkkk no, Hudson,” he says as he fumbles for it.
I sigh. “I know. Trust me, I fucking know. I’m completely fucked.” I sit up and drag my hand over my hair. “Imagine if Coach finds out.”
“I actually do not want to imagine that. You’re a pain in the ass, but it’s better than you being dead,” Briggs says. He sets his controller down on the coffee table and sighs. “Because you know that’s what’s going to happen when he finds out you fucked hisdaughter, Hudson. Hisonlydaughter. The one that he gets all weird and starry-eyed about when he talks about like she hung the damn moon. Hisbaby girl.”
Shit, it sounds so much worse when he says it like that. Imagine if he knew that I fucked her throat and basically called her my slut.
“Christ.” I drop my head in my hands and groan, the sound rumbling from my chest. “What do I do?”
“Absolutely nothing. You don’t do shit.” This comes from Chaney, who sighs like this entire situation is trivial and sets down the knitting needles. “Look, did you talk to her? What happened when you both realized what happened?”
“I mean, I didn’t say, ‘Wow, you’re the girl I tongue fucked in the broom closet,’ in front of Coach Evans, rookie. After I walked out, she followed me into the locker room, and we talked. Well, I guess you can call it talking. I was a fucking asshole and all but lost my shit.”
Reed groans as he stands from the couch and starts pacing the room in typical Reed fashion. “Of course you were.” He runs his hand through his mop of curls as I speak.
“Listen, I freaked the fuck out, okay? Wouldn’t you? It’s not like either of us knew who the other was when it happened. At the time, we were complete strangers. She said she never intended to see me again, which is why she never volunteered her name, and she didn’t understand why I was freaking out.”
“Oooh, bet your ego loved hearing that.” Asher smirks from his spot on the couch, where he’s still got his sketchbook open on his lap. My best friend is different than he used to be, especially since meeting Auden, but one thing remains: he is a snarky little fucker.
