He grabs his wallet and phone before heading to the door.
“That's an extremely low bar,” I mutter to myself.
“It's a generous one,” he throws back over his shoulder. One that is clearly judging me. “Get some sleep, QB, and rest your wrist.”
“Will do, Boss.”
The door slams and I smirk at his last remark, knowing exactly what he's referring to. Just because he likes to jack off in the room when I’m out to dinner doesn’t mean I take the same liberties.
I relax against the headboard, enjoying the most silence I’ve had since winning tonight.
2-6.
I have to believe that record can only improve in our next 9 games.
I toss the melted ice pack onto the nightstand and stretch my legs out in front of me. My whole body aches, but for once, it’s attached to a win. That alone puts me in too good a mood to sleep.
I grab the remote and flip onThe Baseball Bachelor.
“Alright, Sam,” I mutter to the empty room, flipping through the channels. “Let’s see who gets a bobblehead tonight.”
Before I can unmute it, my phone buzzes with Honey’s tone.
I nearly bolt out of my bed as I snatch my phone from the desk, breaking it free from the charger, and read her message.
Honeycomb??:Congratulations, Zach! I'm so proud of you.
I grin, heading back to my spot on the bed before answering.
Zach:Thanks. Did you watch?
Honeycomb??:Of course I did. You were great! Two wins on the board. Are you celebrating?
I glance at the door Dax just disappeared through, so fucking thankful I didn’t go.
Zach:Apparently smash burgers are mandatory after every win now.
Honeycomb??:As they should be.
Zach:I stayed back.
Honeycomb??:Why?
Zach:I can think of a better way to celebrate.
Honeycomb??:With ice cream?
Zach:Only if it’s honeycomb flavored.
typing...
It stays like that for a while, and I wait, because I know Honey well. She's working through a range of emotions right now. Anger, indignation, curiosity, playfulness. It's the same routine we've been going through since we started doing whatever this is.
Text-flirting? Is that even a thing?
Honeycomb??:I’m trying very hard not to encourage this behavior.
I grin at my phone, remembering all the flirty things she texted me just to make me feel better after my loss.
