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Excitement jitters through me as I pause on that picture and press my lips together to hold back the grin. I’m floating with warm, liquid feelings.
This is fun, I realize. It’s exciting and playful, and I’ve never experienced this in regard to sex.
Pippa flips to postgame press from the Storm game.
Be a good boy and drop the towel, I text before scrolling back to the picture of him fresh out of the shower.
And now I’m baiting him for more. Unbelievable.
“You’ve been seeing Hazel Hartley, a physiotherapist with the Storm,” a reporter says to Rory.
His hair is damp from his shower, the tops of his cheeks are still flushed from the game, and his mouth tips up in an effortless smile.
“Jamie Streicher will be her brother-in-law soon. Could there be another wedding in the family’s future?”
Pippa clasps my hand, and I’m frozen as the corner of his lip slides a half inch higher. “Yeah. There could.”
My heart is in my throat. He’s telling the press what he needs to so he can look like a solid captain. It’s not real. And if it were real, well, no one would actually say that about a girl he’s been seeing for a couple months.
Rory would, an annoying voice says in my head. He’s intense and impulsive and goes after what he wants. He thinks with his heart on his sleeve.
It’s not real, but I’m smiling as I send him another picture.
“Did you bring a charger?” Pippa holds her phone up. “I forgot mine and my battery’s almost dead.”
“In my bag.”
She slides off the bed, and I scroll up through our text chat. We talk every day, sometimes sending each other photos—his from the road and mine from work or hanging out with Pippa or in my apartment.
The guys’ flight gets in late Monday night, so I won’t see him until Tuesday, and liquid heat pools inside me at the idea of finally seeing him in person after two weeks of torturing each other.
“Hazel.”
Pippa stands over my bag with an accusing look, smiling ear to ear. She reaches in and pulls out a fistful of lingerie.
My mouth flattens, and I give her a guilty wince.
“Hazel.”
I start laughing. “Get out of there.”
Her mouth falls open but her eyes are still lit up, bright and sparkly with amusement. “Why do you have an entire bag of lingerie for a weekend withme?”
“No reason.” I scratch my neck, looking away.
She starts looking through the garments. “This is nice stuff, too.” Her brow goes up.
I jump up and snatch everything from her, tucking it back in my bag as she flops back down on the bed, still smiling. “Rory bought it, didn’t he?”
My face is burning hot. I shrug at her. “Yes. Okay?”
“Hmm.” She narrows her eyes, smiling.
“What.”
“Hmmmm.”
A laugh bubbles out of me. I’m still blushing. “Pippa.”
