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Pulling my phone from my pocket, I noted it was almost noon and rolled over closer to Hunter. "Wake up."
"No," he mumbled in between snores.
"Hunter, what the hell happened last night?"
"We drank too much and stumbled back to your place."
Did we? That seemed too innocent and uncomplicated. My body felt like I had played a game, boxed ten rounds, and fucked a few people while standing in the sand. Everything on me ached.
"Did we have sex?"
"Not with each other," Hunter responded quietly, nearly falling back to sleep.
"No motherfucker," I kicked him, making him jolt upright. "Did we have sex with anyone?"
"Shit, I don't think so."
Hunter rubbed his face, then looked around, finally coming alive. The fact that we were both fully dressed felt like a good sign. There was too much at stake for someone like me, and I prided myself on keeping my nose clean, so there was never a reason for backlash with the team. It wasn't like me to take risks the way I had at the club with Hunter.
When I was with teammates, we watched each other's backs, but I wasn't even sure I could trust Hunter. He and I weren't exactly best friends forever. Even as teammates, I wasn't sure I could trust him. It was like he was always gunning for me, and even though he never did anything directly, I always felt an uneasy vibe around him.
I just wished I could remember.
"Sorry," Hunter started to stand up. "I remember some of last night, but I'm sure neither of us intended to wake up on your floor."
"What do you remember?"
"You kept asking for more rounds, and we talked. When the place closed, you told me you lived within walking distance, and fuck you very much for that."
"What?"
"You live like, ten blocks away," he huffed. "That was not an easy walk when you're fucking wasted."
I didn't remember walking at all, but that may have been why I was so sore. Then again, I was a damn athlete, and walking shouldn't have made me feel like I fell off my surfboard in a rogue wave.
"I'm so fucked."
"It was a good time," Hunter assured me. "Don't worry about it." He stood up and grabbed his phone, which slid from his jeans while he slept. There were a few mumbled profanities as he scrolled and then locked his phone back up and put it away.
"Everything okay?"
Standing up was hard, but I managed to do so and stood next to Hunter. He tried taming his wild brown hair, but it was a lost cause, and his face had a day's worth of uneven growth on it. There was no doubt in my mind that I was just as ugly. Even my own breath was making me gag, and my palms were moist.
"Yeah, just everything I was talking to you about last night."
I gave him a nod, but I didn't remember what we talked about. Nor did I care enough to ask him to tell me again.
"I better go," he grunted. "Thanks for last night, man. It was good to see you."
We slapped hands and bro-hugged before he backed up toward the door. All I could think was thank God he was being quick about leaving. My shower was calling my name, and the fact that we had no practice made me almost giddy. The only plan I was making was scrolling my iPad through game footage until I went back to sleep.
"Let's do it again," I lied, not wanting to be desperate enough to relive whatever happened. Hunter seemed chill enough, more so than when we were teammates, but he clearly made me act like someone I tried not to be.
"I have your number now. I'll call you."
Fuck. I gave him my number.
"Sounds good."
