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“Morning.”
She looks up from where she’s placing some weights and tension bands on the floor and gives me a knowing look. “Morning. How’s the arm today?”
I roll my shoulder a bit. “Feels good. Gave my arm a little extra exercise last night and I think it did it some good.”
Shayna’s cheeks pinken and I smirk. Just the reaction I was looking for.
“As long as you don’t overdo it, you should be fine.”
I glance over my shoulder to double-check that we’re alone, then I walk over to her and place my hands on her hips. “I can’t stop thinking about last night.” My dick twitches in my pants because the expression on Shayna’s face when I made her come last night has been playing on repeat.
“Not here.” She takes my wrists and pushes me away, taking a step back.
“We’re alone.”
She tilts her head at me in a way that says I’m being naive. “Not really though. If we’re going to do this, we have to be smart about it.”
I adjust myself in my athletic shorts with a cringe. “Fine. But you better believe I’ll be making up for it tonight.” Now Shayna’s cringing. “What? What’s that look about?”
“I have plans with Bryce tonight.”
My head falls back with a groan. “Are you serious? Can’t you get out of them?”
She shakes her head. “Sorry.”
“But the next day we’re traveling to Atlanta before Sunday’s game.” Spending any time with Shayna while we’re gone will be almost impossible—too many people around.
She sticks out her bottom lip in a pout. “It will have to be after we return home then.”
“You’re killing me here, shy pie.”
She taps me on the end of the nose. “You’re a disciplined guy. You can do it.”
“It’s not like eating my vegetables,” I grumble, hands on my hips.
“You’re incorrigible.”
I groan. “I guess I have no choice.”
“Pretty much. Now, should we get started? Don’t you dare sulk. I’ll make sure to make up for the wait.”
That perks me up somewhat. Actually a whole lot. I spend the rest of our rehab session imagining all the ways Shayna might fulfill her promise.
The anticipation isn’t the same the night before a game when I’m not playing. Sure, I’m still kind of keyed up, but I’m missing that mix of nerves, excitement, and competitive juices.
With any luck, this will be the last game I have to sit out. My shoulder feels as good as it ever has, in no small part thanks to Shayna, and I’m hoping the tests on Monday will show as much.
I flick through a few channels and toss the remote on the bed when I come acrossThe Blind Side. Love this movie.
A few minutes later, there’s a knock at the door. I sit up in bed, my forehead wrinkled. I have no idea who that could be. It’s past curfew, and everyone is supposed to be in their rooms by now. I walk over to the door and look out of the peephole.
It’s Shayna.
Elation wars with concern. Is everything okay? Did anyone see her?
I unlock the door and open it quickly, ushering her in. “What’s going on?”
It’s then I realize she’s dressed in one of the fluffy hotel bathrobes.
