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I’m never in a bad mood.
What do I have to be upset about? I’m young, healthy, get paid a shit-ton to play my favorite game as a job. I have women throwing themselves at me. I live with my best friend in a gorgeous, kick-ass apartment. I also just played a hell of a hockey game. We won huge and everyone is saying this is the year the Racketeers go all the way. I have everything I could possibly want and more.
So what’s my problem?
A tiny, blond pixie.
She’s my fucking problem, and she has been for four months now.
More than. Four months, two weeks, and five days.
I throw my helmet into my locker, gratified by the loud bang. But then I want to throw more things. Maybe punch something.
“Fuck yeah!” Blake Wilder yells, thumping me on the back, clearly thinking I’m heaving my equipment around in celebration. “Racketeers!”
The whole locker room cheers.
I roll my neck. I would typically be leading that cheer. But no. I had to fall for Luna McNeill.
Luna is turning me into a new man.
A man who fucking watches the stands during a game—a huge sin—and notices when she leaves at half-time. And doesn’t come back.
A man who hasn’t been laid in four months.
A man who can’t eat a cupcake or a goddamned cookie without getting hard. Seriously, the ones she practiced making in our kitchen the two days she spent with me and Cam were incredible, and I dream about them almost as much as I dream about her pussy. Which is almost every night.
A man who worries about her, and wonders if she’s getting enough sleep and if she’s making sure she’s locking her doors at night, and who wants to make her life easier and better and would do anything if she’d just let me wash her hair in the shower again, or spoon her on the couch while we watched South Park re-runs, or… I don’t know, carry heavy boxes for her or something.
Her independence turns me on and makes me nuts at the same time.
“Let’s go celebrate boys!” This comes from Jack Hayes, our right winger.
I strip down, not saying anything. I don’t want to celebrate. And I’m actually concerned now.
We just had a decisive win over one of our biggest rivals and I don’t want to celebrate?
But I don’t. I haven’t really felt much like going out lately at all.
Interestingly, neither has Cameron.
Not that we’ve talked about it. Cam and I don’t really talk about our “social lives.” Otherwise known as who we’re fucking when we’re not sharing, unless one of us gives the other a heads-up we’re having someone over to the apartment.
But I haven’t been with anyone since those two days and three nights with Luna. And, if he’s been with anyone, it hasn’t been at our place.
Cam goes out with guys unless we’ve got a girl together. I know that. It’s always been that way. It’s never bothered me. Exactly. I mean, I don’t have a problem with my best friend being obviously bi-sexual. The only problem I have is the occasional niggle of jealousy. Which is stupid and I quickly dismiss. I can’t tell Cam who to date and I have no right to feel jealous about him being with other guys when I can’t give him what he clearly needs.
But I do find myself wondering what Cam sees in the guys he goes out with. Not the sex part—Cam likes really good-looking dudes—but just what they’re like as people. Are they funny? Do they like the same books or something? They’re probably super smart. Cam’s practically a fucking genius, so they’d have to be, I figure. But it’s not like I ever get to know them. They never stick around and he doesn’t introduce us.
Which is fine by me, because I suspect I won’t think any of them are good enough for him.
The only time Cam dated anyone for any length of time was when we dated Sara for about six months two years ago. That was the longest relationship either of us has had since we’ve known each other. I had a high school girlfriend for almost a year, but I haven’t been serious about anyone since then.
We had a hell of a good time with Sara, though. Things seemed great.
Then she dumped us. Both of us. At the same time. With a smile and kiss on each of our cheeks and a, “God, I really hope you guys figure out how to be happy.”
We didn’t know what that meant exactly, but we didn’t talk about it much since there wasn’t much to say and we haven’t repeated that let’s-both-date-someone-together thing again either.
