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Practice is long over.I’m back at my apartment, after going out for a quick dinner with Cam and a few other teammates, holed up in my bedroom since Cam left about an hour ago. He asked if I wanted to go with him to the bars, but I took a pass, which he knew I’d say no.
At least he asked. Always thinking of me, that Cam.
I’ve got some dumbass action movie playing on my laptop that I found on Netflix, but for the most part, I’m completely tuned out.
Thinking of Jo Jo.
Her soft skin. Her sweet lips. Her even sweeter—
My phone dings and I check it eagerly, disappointment crashing inside of me when I see it’s a text from Daphne, the busty blonde and only consistent hookup I’ve had since being in college. She’s been easily replaced by Joanna, though I can’t call her a hookup. It feels like so much more than that between us.
Would she freak out if I told her that? Or would she be down? She keeps talking about not wanting anything serious. She pushes me away more than she pulls me in, and that’s part of the appeal.
Feels like every other girl wants a piece of me the moment we meet. Not Joanna. She knew who I was, but she didn’t really give a damn.
My phone dings again, the two-minute reminder, and with an irritated growl, I read Daphne’s text.
Daphne:What are you doing tonight?
Me:Staying in.
Daphne:Aw! You should come out to Trixie’s!
Me:What the hell is Trixie’s?
Daphne:A new bar downtown. They’re trying to compete with Logan’s. They’re having a ladies’ night. Cheap drinks for the girls!
Me:Why would I go if the discount is only for the ladies?
Daphne:There are a lot of us here, that’s why! Duh! Come on.
Daphne:I miss you.
Daphne:And your big dick.
She then sends a string of eggplant emojis. I guess to hit that last statement home.
I grimace, remembering how hesitant Joanna was last night before she threw herself into giving me a blow job. I can’t blame her. Her eagerness made up for any skill she lacked, not that she actually lacked…anywhere.
Me:Sorry. Can’t make it.
She sends me a selfie of her pouting, her pink-glossed lips extra big and plenty of cleavage on display.
Me:You should also probably lose my number.
Her response is immediate.
Daphne:Don’t tell me the mighty Knox Maguire has fallen.
Me:I think so.
Daphne:RIP.
Chuckling, I open another text thread and send a quick message to Joanna.
Me:I miss you.
She takes four minutes to respond. I know because I kept track.
