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She walked back in the room with tiny jean shorts and a tank top on. I crossed my arms over my bare chest and looked around the floor like I had dropped something. All I was trying to do was keep myself from feeling something as Ash finished gathering her things. But I gave up when she approached me and placed a hand on my chest.
“Have a good trip,” she smiled. “Kick Atlanta’s ass.”
“Of course,” I smirked. “Text me if you need anything. Oh, and I ordered you a car. The driver should be downstairs waiting.”
She lifted onto her tiptoes and kissed my lips softly. “Thanks.”
Thanks for what?I wondered as she walked toward the elevator.
For the car?
For my offer to contact me if she needed anything?
For not walking her down to the car and making it awkward?
For all the orgasms?
For helping her focus?
For opening up to her?
Dammit, what was wrong with me?
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Ash
“I’ll just meet you there,” I insisted, while Erin tried to convince me she was going to drive downtown for our night out.
“I probably won’t even drink,” she explained, making me roll my eyes because that was definitely not happening.
“Let’s both take rideshares and meet there. I plan on drinking, and so do you. Stop trying to pretend.”
“I’m mostly just worried you won’t actually show up.”
I looked down at the Atlanta versus Miami soccer game that was streaming on my computer. Erin had a right to be worried that I wouldn’t show up, since watching the game had me in my feels. I should have turned it off, but somehow, watching Rhys play and picturing those muscled thighs moving between my legs was my new favorite sport.
“I’m coming,” I promised. “And I’ll even beat you there.” Erin wanted to meet up early so we could watch the sunset from the rooftop bar. It was her night out, and I wasn’t going to let her down just because I missed Rhys.
He wasn’t even mine to miss.
We made final plans and I flopped down on my bed to watch a few more minutes of the game. It was four to zero Miami, with Rhys scoring two of the four goals so far. The TV camera kept scanning to Rhys’ brother, Levi, as he sat in the crowd cheering.
“It’s strange seeing Coach Peyton in Miami colors, isn’t it?”one of the announcers said.
“Being the big brother to Rhys Peyton isn’t always easy,”the other announcer joked.
The camera went back to the action and Rhys drove up the field toward the goal before passing it to Tripp Maddux. Tripp drove up a little more and then took a shot on the goal. It missed, but the ball ricocheted off the goalie’s hands and then out of bounds, creating a corner kick for Miami.
“Rhys Peyton will take the kick,”the announcer said, as the camera zoomed in on Rhys’ face. He looked focused and in control, determined. Sexy. It was a good thing I was alone in my apartment because while Rhys lined the ball up and licked his lips, I couldn’t help but moan and think about all the places on my body those lips had been. He may have been in Atlanta, but he was still making it hotter in Miami as sweat formed on my chest and palms.
The whistle blew and Rhys kicked the ball from the corner. The camera panned out and showed the ball going straight to Tripp, who stood a foot taller than everyone else. He headed the ball and it went into the goal, and I knew Rhys used his super precision to aim and make that goal possible. He and Tripp probably practiced that every day.
My heart was racing as I watched them celebrate and line back up. Rhys tugged at his shorts again and his thigh flexed before the shorts fell back down. I was so screwed. My feelings for Rhys weren’t supposed to get that far.
Slamming my laptop shut, I decided to let him go for the night. Erin and I were going to have fun, and maybe it was what I needed to keep myself from thinking about the man I couldn’t have. Shouldn’t have.
It didn’t take me long to get ready and before I knew it, I was pulling up to the bar in my rideshare while Erin waved at me on the sidewalk like a maniac. I ran into her hug, like it had been years since we saw each other and soaked in her excitement.
