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“You say that like there isn’t already someone who is,” I tell her with a quirked brow.
She turns the same color as her hair and looks up at me. “You’re mistaking hatred for obsession.”
“You know what they say,” Nera says, “There’s a fine line between love and hate.”
“And it’s threadbare between you two,” I add.
“Alright, enough of that topic. Go get dressed!” Six says, shooing me towards my room. “We should get ready as well,” she adds, turning to Nera.
We’re all going to Rhys’ place for the championship win celebration. I’m meeting up with him a little earlier to give him a preview of my outfit and maybe let him take it off of me one time.
My hair and makeup is already done so I put on the red dress. It’s a simple design, form fitting with reflective sparkles and very short. It’s not exactly December appropriate from a coverage standpoint, but it is theme wise.
And Nera is right, Rhys is going to love it.
I walk over to Six’s room where they’re getting ready and twirl to show them the dress.
“Ta da!”
“First, you look unreal. Second, I have the perfect shoes for this dress.” Nera says, going to her room and picking out a simple pair of black pumps.
“I have the perfect coat!” Six says, reaching into her closet and handing me a calf length, expensive looking straight black coat.
I put both on and they stare at me with their mouths open.
“You look like a slutty rich heiress in thebestway.” Nera says finally.
“Perfect. That’s exactly what I was going for,” I exclaim and Six snickers.
“Alright, I have to go. See you guys there in thirty?”
“See you there.”
I grab my clutch and head out the door towards the elevator. As I wait for it, I unlock my phone and look at my texts.
Rhys:We’re going to a bar, should be home by 9.
Rhys:I wish I could drink out of this trophy like the Stanley Cup.
Rhys:No, actually I wish you were here.
Rhys:[sends photo]
Rhys:[sends photo]
I open the two photos he’s sent. The first is a photo of the team at the bar. It’s blurry and looks like it was taken with an iPhone 5 quality wise, but you can still make out the happy smiles. The second is a selfie of him with the medal around his neck. He’s holding it up to show it to the camera as he smiles uninhibitedly.
I download that photo and save it in my Rhys folder in my camera roll. I’ve started to collect photos of him, usually taken during unposed moments so he doesn’t see me do it. Like when I wake up before him and see him sprawled on the bed or when he’s drinking water during our practice.
I go back to our thread and read the remaining texts as I get into the elevator.
Rhys:I’ve had enough of the lads now. I want to see you.
Rhys:I’m home.
Rhys:When are you getting here?
Rhys:The minute you get here I’m going to be relieving you of whatever sexy little dress you decided to put on tonight, just FYI.
