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I touched my chest and felt the material. I had on my underwear, too. "I had the strangest dream."
He laughed and said, "Yeah. That wasn't a dream, Babe. You passed out. I couldn't leave you like that, and I do have a game tonight so I couldn't let you stay there naked either." He looked at the dresser, the desk, and asked, "Are you...did you want...? I mean, you don't have to."
I absolutely had to. "Yes. Do you want me to drive or...how does this work?"
"I got you." He smiled and then he puffed out a breath and asked, "What now?"
***
Winston said, "Checking to make sure you had everything and to see if she wanted to join some of the boosters in the skybox or if she wanted to hang with me and some of the brothers in the stands."
I did not weigh in on this at all. Stormy considered it and said, "Take my car, but she'll be bringing me back in it so plan for that."
"Will do." Winston looked at me and said, "You have about an hour before you need to get ready. You set?"
"Pick me up at Diva House. I need to grab some things. We're staying here this weekend?" I asked Stormy and he smiled, nodded. "Okay. I'll pack for the weekend."
Winston said, "Awesome. We have a poker game on Saturday. I hope you bring someone's money!"
Shit. I did not know how to play poker. My molly haze was real, and I wondered if this was what a hangover felt like. I was trying to remember everything the way it felt then, when it was all really amazing. I knew he could make things feel good, but that was over the top good. I worried that while it had definitely done its magic to lower my inhibitions enough to have sex with this man, it also numbed some things like my cut tongue and aching knee which just buckled.
"Whoa." Stormy moved and had his hand on my arm and the other on my back to steady me. "You okay?"
I looked at the knee and it was swollen again. "Need to ice that."
He moved to his knees and slid his hand down over my leg. "Damn. You really...took a...turn around."
I did not want to turn around, but I did. He slid a finger down and asked, "Is that...did you run into something? I don't understand these injuries. Unless you got in a fight." He laughed.
I was not fast enough to handle this situation. He touched that knee, and I sucked in a breath. He looked up at me and I realized something Harper Harrington already knew. A man who loved you was a dangerous weapon. Apollo did this because I was a threat to his woman's happiness. I pushed my fingers into Stormy's hair and said, "After you left and Winston left I... had a drink and... I don't do that often, so..."
He stroked that knee and said, "Winston will bring you a knee brace in the right size. They make them now where they have the cold or heat packs. I'll be sure you get both, but you need to rest this. I wanted you in the stands with them so I could see you, but—"
"I will be. I don't want to watch my first game in a sky box." I smiled as he stood, and I looked up as he looked down. I could read the question, so I said, "Yes. It is the first real football game I have ever attended."
"Then I'll make it worth it." He touched my face so gently, tenderly. He leaned down and put his lips to my cheek and said, "I know. I read your texts while you were sleeping. I know."
My heart was thundering. I looked up at him and he said, "I don't care. I just...want this fantasy for a moment. This afternoon...what you did. I... just want a little more of that."
"Stormy—" I started.
But he cut me off with a brief press of his lips to mine before said, "I meant it, and I'm going to pretend you did, too. Until I can't anymore."
Then he turned and walked out.
Fuuuuhhhhkkk. One step forward, three flights back, and it felt like I hit every stair on the way.
Storm
My whole, fucking life was a lie. Just one big, gigantic lie and filled with other liars, just like me. Only, I hadn't been lying.
Still, this afternoon...that was...real, right? Like part of it anyway. She was...free and we had fun. I...
"Stormy!" Titus clapped my shoulder and I jolted. "What the fuck is going on, man?"
"I'm good." Lies and more lies. Ripley was staring at me. I asked, "What?"
"Liar." I hated his ass, too.
