Looks like we missed one.
“You fucking?” Ryan sniffs, nose upturned in disgust.
Dad lets out a horrified gasp. “Your sister–Ew.Why the fuck would you say that shit?”
It’s been a week since Blake and I spent almost a full day entangled in one another until he made me forget my own name—his words. We’ve seen each other since then at our shared classes and in passing, but we haven’t had the opportunity to talk aboutus.
“I thought we agreed on no boys.” The look that Clef Jones sends me is the same one he uses to make grown men cry on the ice. I’m used to it, having received it my whole life, so instead of cowering, I straighten my spine.
“We did,” I say feigning nonchalance.
“Then who–” Ryan starts only to be cut off by the sound of whistling, the smells of cedar wood and vanilla intoxicate my senses and I know automatically who it is.
Blake.
“What happened to my sister's neck?” Ryan asks the walking man, grabbing him by the sleeve of his hoodie.
Blake startles, looking like a deer in headlights but quickly recovers, sparing me a quick glance.
“You better let go of my captain. I need him for the game this Wednesday. Besides, Cleo doesn’t know Wilder from a can of paint,” my father says, looking down at his phone completely unaware of the googly eyes we’re shooting one another back and forth.
“Actually…” Blake starts, winking at me before facing my dad, “I know Cleoreallywell sir,” He says, smirking as my dad looks up at him, tilting his head in confusion. “She and I are partners for that film project that I was telling you about right, prin–CJ?” Blake asks, eyes finally catching mine again.
I chew on my bottom lip, stifling my giggles as I nod in agreement and Ryan scoffs. I smack the back of his head and grit my teeth at him as he rolls his eyes.
“Oh, well, good. Keep an eye on one another. Wilder, if you see some dipshit around her other than Heart, whoop his ass. She has a damn hickey on her neck.” My dad sneers as if the very thought of me dating disgusts him as Ryan chuckles silently from beside me, Blake lets out a choked laugh.
“Will do, Coach. Trust me, Cleo is ingood hands.”
“Oh my fucking–OH!” I cried out as Blake inserted yet another finger into me.
After brunch with my dad earlier this morning, Blake and I went our separate ways. Him to hockey practice and classes, and me back home to spend time with the girls. I’d told them all about my brunch and my date with Blake last week. We’d all been so busy with midterms that tonight was our only time to gossip. Everything had been going fine during our girls' night until Denver got a text from themystery manshe’s been seeing and left.
Sienna left soon after, stating that she needed to go to the studio to fine-tune choreography with her dance partner, Aidan, for the Winter Showcase.
And then there were two—just me and Georgia. We spent our time talking about who was on the grid this season until she got an important email regarding her design class and left to answer it.
Leaving me by myself even though we'd started this night as agroup.
I’d been peacefully watchingLove on the Brain,a new VR dating show when a knock rang through the apartment.
Blake stood at our apartment door in a pair of gray sweats and a Twisted Vipers T-shirt, holding two take-out boxes of Neo’s Sushi and a box of donuts from The Sugar Hole.
Blake dropped our food on the table and opened his arms wide for me to jump into them.
Almost immediately, I jumped his bones.
Literally.
And that was how I found myself getting fingered by him yet again after two previous orgasms. Once we'd gotten ourselves cleaned up, we sat on my living room floor with both of our computers in our laps, watchingLove on the Brainwhile doing homework. My legs are thrown across Blake’s lap with his hand massaging small circles on them as we do our own tasks.
We feel awfully couple-y and the idea of it doesn't slip past my mind at all as we sit like this in comfortable bliss.
forty
Blake
“POUR ME A SHOTMOTHERFUCKERS!” Jace shouts from the top of his lungs for the second time tonight, a bottle of champagne in his raised hand.
