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“A dumpster fire?” he drawls, and I laugh.
“It’s not over,” I say softly.
“Thank fuck. I’ve got things I want to do.”
Before I can ask him what things, he goes on.
“What about your tattoo? Do I get to pick it out?”
“Depends. Where would you put it?”
He runs his fingers along my arm down to my wrist. “Here.”
Then he goes up to my collarbone, skimming down over the curve of my breast to rest on my ribs. “Or here.” Then continuing down over my hipbone, stopping just inside. “Or maybe here.”
“Oh, I see. You want what, your jersey number?”
His cock twitches against my leg. I snort in disbelief.
“I didn’t say a word,” Clay protests.
“No, but it turned you on. Your monster dick basically did a backflip at the thought.”
His eyes crinkle.
“Promise you’ll talk to me. If things get rough,” I whisper. “I’ve gotten stronger over the last year, but I hate feeling like you’re drifting and I can’t help you.”
“You won’t.”
“How do you know?”
“I know because I’m going to work on me. But mostly because I know you. I see you. You’re as strong as you are beautiful.”
His lips bend closer and I inch toward him, but right before they brush mine, they skim across the tip of my nose instead.
“Speaking of talking…did anything happen with Kyle at the Halloween party?”
My breath catches. “Like what?”
I wish I knew where this was coming from so I could decide how much to say. It was nothing, really. In the moment, the confrontation felt like a bigger deal than it was. But it was over in a matter of seconds.
Clay lifts a dark brow. “Anything bad.”
I turn it over. It’s not worth causing problems between the team. They’re finally getting along, and I know how much this matters to him.
“I ran into him upstairs and told him he had a nice house. Why?”
Clay’s shoulder shrugs. “He’s kind of a prick.”
“You’re kind of a prick,” I tease, playing with his hair.
“People have to stop saying that,” he grumbles as he slides over me.
“If I fall asleep, am I going to wake up wearing your number in Sharpie?” I murmur against his lips, resisting his attempts to seduce me again.
“Possibly.”
“Then I’ll never get away from you. I’ll be ruined for any other guy. Or at least any other basketball player.”
