Page 112 of On His Team

“Really.”

“Why?”

That’s the thing I have been thinking about all morning. I could make a joke. It would be easy. Something about Lucy being physically incapable of keeping information from Benson when he takes his shirt off.

Instead I turn around and look at Rowan properly.

“Because I don’t want anybody asking you what this is.”

He goes quiet.

I keep going because I don’t want him to misunderstand me. “You told me you don’t know. That’s okay. I don’t really know either. And if Lucy knows, then eventually Benson probably knows, and then the guys know, and suddenly everybody’s looking at us like we’re supposed to be together. I don’t know. You don’t have an answer.”

Rowan watches me through the mirror.

I sigh. “I don’t want to do that to you.”

Something changes in his face. “You’re not pressuring me.”

“I know.” I inhale. “I just don’t want other people to.”

He nods.

I turn back to the mirror.

For a second, neither of us talks.

Then Rowan says, “Are we still doing this?”

I meet his eyes in the reflection.

My heart gives one hard beat. “Kissing?”

“Yeah.”

I smile. “Obviously.”

His shoulders loosen. I hadn’t realized they were tight.

I fix the front of my sweatshirt. “I’m having fun.”

“Me too.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

I point at him through the mirror. “Do not turn this into an okay situation.”

He smiles. “Wasn’t going to.”

I walk to the door and unlock it.

Before I open it, Rowan says, “G.”

I look back.

He’s still sitting on the edge of the bed.