Page 34 of More Than A Game


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“Nope. My mother always insisted it was bad manners to use anything besides the front door.” She scrunches her nose, and I resist the urge I have to kiss it. What the hell is wrong with me?

We walk into the kitchen and around the black marble-topped center island to the stainless steel fridge. “Want something to drink?” I reach in and grab a bottle of water, ready to hand it to her.

Her teeth assault that bottom lip, and I realize I’ve never noticed her doing that before tonight. Do I really make her nervous? She saw me eat dirt when we were kids.

“I really could use that shower first, if that’s okay with you.” I don’t like the timid voice she’s using right now.

Seriously...Am I a scary dude?

I never want her to be scared of me. Hell, if I’m not on the football field, I don’t want anyone to be scared of me. I push past her. “Follow me.”

As I open the door to my room, I quickly kick the dirty clothes under the bed before walking over to the bathroom door. “The towels are in the linen closet. Like I said, Bash is out, but you can lock the door on his side of the bathroom if you want. I’m gonna go make something to eat. You hungry?”

Brina shrugs her shoulders. “I guess. I haven’t eaten dinner.”

“Okay, Princess. Just come down when you’re ready.”

She shuts the door, and I run around my room, picking up the mess on the floor and throwing it into my walk-in closet. I take the basket of clean clothes from next to my bed and shove that in there too, but not before grabbing a pair of black boxer briefs and one of my Kroydon football t-shirts.

Those both get folded. And once I hear the shower going, I crack the door to the bathroom and manage the herculean task of placing them nicely on the counter without letting myself look into the glass shower. It would be so easy to join her right now, but if she spooks as easily as she’s showing me, I need to wait for her to come to me.

Damn, I deserve a medal for not peeking.

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