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“That traitor.” She stomps playfully.
“Technically, he’s on my team, so does that really make him a traitor?” I glance down at her for a brief moment to see her still looking up at me.
“Well, he’s dating my best friend and you know the saying; hos before bros.”
I burst out laughing. I can’t help it.
“It’s bros before hos.” Laughter vibrates around my words.
“Well, that can’t be right.” She leans her head against my arm to get closer and fuck me if it doesn’t make something in my chest feel like it does a full three-hundred-and-sixty-degree flip.
“Why can’t it be right?”
“Because everyone knows women are more important.”
“And why is that?” I glance down at her to see her cheeks pinken slightly. “Rory.” I smile. “Why are women more important?”
I have a feeling I know where she was going and why she’s suddenly too embarrassed to say it, which only makes me want to hear her say the words that much more.
“Because we have pussies.” She flushes even brighter as the words leave her lips.
I laugh again, unable to hold it in at the sight of how embarrassed she seems to be for saying a word I use almost daily.
“Well, you aren’t wrong there,” I finally say, kissing the side of her head for no other reason than I want to.
Looking up, I see we’re almost already at the restaurant. Funny, it feels like we’ve only been walking for a few short seconds. Guess it’s true what they say, time flies when you’re having fun. And fuck if I’m not having the time of my life right now.
That’s one thing about Rory. As much as I want to fuck her, I want moments like this just as much. Of course, maybe I think that because I’ve never fucked her. Something tells me that if I ever get the chance, I may come out on the other side a different man.
“Seems pretty busy for a Sunday,” Rory observes as we make our way across the street.
“Well, it is right at dinnertime,” I remind her, figuring it’s probably close to six-thirty at this point.
“Maybe we should go somewhere else.” She hesitates outside the door, looking up at me with those big green eyes of hers.
“Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?” I arch a curious brow.
“A little.” She visibly swallows. “You just... Well, you draw a lot of attention, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m more of a background character in life.”
“Well, you’ve been promoted to the lead role now. No time like the present to make your debut.” I release her arm and turn, tugging open the front door. Laughter and voices instantly filter out around us. “After you,” I tell her, watching her take in a slow breath and let it out even slower before finally stepping over the threshold.
I’m quick to follow her in, dropping an arm over her shoulder as I join her at the hostess stand.
I don’t miss the eyes that follow us as we’re seated at the only empty table available right smack dab in the center of the fucking room. Not that I mind, but Rory, well, it’s clear that she does. I’m used to being center stage, to the attention, to people looking at me everywhere I go.
“What’s up, Arch?” My ass hasn’t even hit the seat before two of my teammates approach. We bump fists like always, but their focus doesn’t stay on me for very long as in unison, both of their gazes drop to Rory, who wasted no time slinking into her own seat, her face already buried in a menu as if that will somehow hide her.
“And who’s this?” Hubbard tips his chin toward her.
“This is Rory.” It isn’t until I speak that she looks up, acting like she didn’t even see them there.
“Oh, hello.” She smiles and I swear it lights up the fucking room.
“Rory, these are Hubbard and Roberts. My line guards. They’re the ones responsible for keeping me off my ass,” I explain, not sure if she knows what a guard even is.
“Seems like a pretty important job, then.” To anyone but me, she probably doesn’t seem nervous, but I’ve picked up on her little ticks from watching her over the last year and I like to think I can read her pretty well.
The way her finger taps ever so softly on the back of the menu. The way she pulls the inside of her lip through her teeth, nipping at the flesh. The way her leg bounces slightly, not enough to even notice unless you’re really paying attention.
