Page 53 of Her Game Plan

I snort out a laugh, pointing my fork at Callan’s best friend. “I’m going to believe Pitt on this one.”

Callan’s jaw is on the floor, gaping at me. “What? Why?”

Pitt offers me a fist bump. “Hell yeah, Langford.”

I tap my knuckles lightly against his, trying not to be intimidated by how much larger his hands are than mine. Note to self, be careful who you fist-bump around here.

Chewing, I consider my answer. “No way a bunch of twentysomething-year-old professional athletes are all in bed by ten. Maybe in Kansas City, but definitely not when you’re in Las Vegas or California.”

Another forkful of food gets shoveled into Callan’s mouth. “It’s our fucking jobs to be in bed by ten. We get paid millions of dollars to do it.”

Pitt shakes his head at me and mouths, “Clubbing.”

I laugh. “I think I want to switch roommates. Pitt seems like so much more fun.”

Callan’s arm wraps around my shoulders as he pulls me into him, chair and all, until there isn’t any space between us. “No. You’re mine.”

“That’s not how it works,” I argue, though I can’t find the desire to pull away.

He pauses, tilting his head, before licking my cheek.

“Ew! Why would you do that!” I wipe my face with my palm.

His green eyes are dancing, a mischievous smile on his face. “It’s the rule. If you lick it, it’s yours.”

“That is only true when you’re five and trying to make sure your brother doesn’t eat all the chocolate chip cookies!”

Pitt laughs. “I’m glad you two have a room to go to tonight. I’m not sure I can watch this any longer without getting jealous.”

I narrow my eyes at the caveman next to me. “No more licking.”

He returns my glare. “No more asking to switch roommates.”

“Fine. Deal.”

“Deal.”

***

“I thought I could not freak out about this after last night, but I’m freaking out,” I tell Addie hours later. I’ve been in the room alone for a while now, and it has not done good things for my sanity.

Addie’s cooking dinner, so she’s only in the video part of the time as she moves about the kitchen, but it’s enough. I need to see her. I need her guidance. Or, maybe, I just need someone to wait this out with me.

She pops back into the frame, a spatula in hand. “What are you worried about?”

“That I’m going to sleep with him!” I smack my forehead, reminding myself to stop shouting. I’m pretty sure the entire floor is empty, all the players downstairs to prepare for tomorrow’s game, but I can’t be too careful. Someone would have questions, lots of questions, if they thought I didn’t want to sleep with my boyfriend. Especially when said boyfriend is so damn divine.

“Didn’t you already do that though?” Addie’s disembodied voice asks the question I’m uninterested in answering.

I pace in front of the windows, the lights of the city the backdrop to my mental breakdown. “Did I? Does that even count?”

Addie’s face comes back onto the screen; her strawberry-blonde hair pulled into a messy bun as she cooks. “He made you come twice. Like a month ago, you were complaining that the athletes you were sleeping with never made you come at all. Feels like it should count.”

I pop my knuckles. “So we’re just… people who sleep together now?”

Addie shakes her head. “Bless your heart. I don’t know what you two are, but you definitely aren’t just anything. From what you told me, you two used to fight like raccoons, and then you moved in with him. Now, he’s fucking you with your favorite dildo and telling you no one gets you off but him. And you’re rooming together, while on a work trip, because, oh yeah, he’s the highest-paid player on the team you’re the acting owner of.”

“So what you’re saying is that it doesn’t matter if I sleep with him. We’re already complicated?” I start pacing again.