When I pull back her green eyes are soft.
"Twenty minutes of ice on your hamstring tonight, okay?"
I brush my lips against her neck. "Okay."
She smiles. "I'll see you tomorrow. I’ll take another look at it before the game to be sure it’s ready."
"See you tomorrow, Soul."
I already know I'll be seeing her tonight too.
Chapter 33 – Brianna
Seth: Who’s the couple??
I've only been home from Sawyer's game for thirty minutes—barely enough time to shower and climb into bed.
Brianna: What?
Seth: The new couple that you’ve been watching late at night while avoiding my bed.
My heart races. Seth thinks I've been avoiding him, and he's not wrong. Ever since my conversation with my dad about his possible trade, I've been keeping my distance, mostly because I hate lying to him. And staying quiet about this feels exactly like a lie of omission.
Brianna: Shouldn’t you be sleeping?
Seth: Can’t sleep.
I get up to close my bedroom door, careful to lock it quietly so I don’t wake Natasha. She’s finishing a nap since she’s on the late-night shift tonight at the bar.
Seth: Aren’t you going to ask me why I can’t sleep?
Brianna: No, because I don’t want to keep you awake. You have a game. You need to be resting!
Seth: I can’t sleep because I keep thinking about you in those tight spandex shorts you wore today. Maybe if you were here, I wouldn’t be wide awake right now. I’d probably be satiated and able to fall asleep. You’d be in my arms, and I’d be able to relax.
Brianna: Seth…
Seth: Tell me the name of the new couple. The one you’re cheating on me with.
Brianna: The Greys.
Seth: I like it. Sounds dirty. I’m calling you. Answer on video or I’m walking down to your house, and you know my hamstring’s tight already.
My phone lights up the room in a soft blue glow, Seth’s name flashing across the screen almost immediately. I bite back a grin as I swipe up and accept the video call.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, sliding to lay back against my pillows. His dark blond hair’s a mess, hazel eyes stormy as they gaze back at me on the screen. It’s dark in his room, all the lights are turned off and I can tell he’s laying down in his bed too.
“Facetiming you so that we can watch our new favorite couple together.”
“Seth!” I laugh and then clamp a hand over my mouth.
“You won’t come over,” he says with a shrug of one shoulder, completely unbothered, “so this is the next best thing.”
He flips the camera around and shows me—the big TV screen hanging across from his bed, the same one we watchedThe Wellingtonson last weekend. Back when I was curled up beside him, tucked into his warmth, his arm slung over my waist like I belonged there.
But tonight, it’s not the Wellingtons frozen on the screen; it’sThe Greys. My newest favorite couple. A married pair with this low-simmer kind of love that you can practically feel through the device.
“What episode are you on?” I whisper, already reaching for my phone’s earbuds so that we can have this conversation in private.
