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“I’ll stay here and save our spots. Can you get me some popcorn?”?
“Sure thing! Be right back.”?
Within a few minutes, a warm body plops beside me. “Enjoying the game, Sonny?”
The sound of my new name on his lips sends a tingle through me.I don’t want to share nicknames… It makes me wonder what else he wouldn’t want to share in regard to me.?
“Yeah, it’s great. The playoffs always make for an interesting game.”?I turn and look at Nox who’s sitting quite close, closer than he normally would.?
“What was that shit before?” he asks out of nowhere.?
I scrunch my brows in confusion. “What shit?”?
“You know what I'm talking about…”?
“Uh, clearly, I don’t. Care to share?”?
“The shit about breaking your back.” He glares at me with a look in his eye I haven’t seen before. It can't be, can it??
“Are you jealous, Mr. Monroe?” I tease, trying to see if my assumption is correct.?
“Not fucking jealous. Just don’t think the entire stands should be hearing about you needing your back broken.”He is jealous.?
“It was a private conversation.”?I shift in my seat, not only to see if his eyes track my every move, but to ease the building tension. Having his intense focus solely aimed at me is making me feel all sorts of things.
“Not private if every fucking person could hear you.”?
“Stop exaggerating. You only heard because you were sitting close by. No big deal.”?
“Hell, Em, saying that shit out loud is like fucking bait to anyone with a dick.”?
“Good, I could use some,” I taunt, knowing it will only piss him off more.?
“Fucking hell,” he grumbles, running his hands over his face just as the girls make their way up the stands to our seats.?
Seeing our private time is coming to an end, Nox leans over and whispers in my ear. “This conversation isn’t over, Sonny.” And with that, he stands and walks back to his seat, eyes glued on me.?
“What was that about?” Frankie asks as she hands me the popcorn bucket and sits down.?
“Nothing,” I say, shaking her off, but the ache between my legs begs to differ.
Because what else could I make of that? It’s like he’s hooked me, and now I'm desperate to find out what he means.
Eight
After what feels like forever, the last fighter has finally left Lights Out. Lucian has locked up and headed home for the evening, no doubt trying to get to the party ASAP. Leaving me with my AirPods and a bucket of cleaning supplies. All I have left is to finish wiping down the mats and the locker rooms, then I can head out to Lottie’s.?
I’m truly thankful to be included more and more in their friend group. I know that’s largely due to Lucian, but I have certainly grown closer with the girls as well. Shit, if it wasn’t for me having to repeat fourth grade due to missing more than half of the school year, thanks to my mom's inability to parent or give a shit, I’d be in their classes. Regardless, I’m just happy to finally have a sense of belonging and people to care about.?
With my supplies in hand, I get to work. Nothing screamsclean me, like the smell of grappling mats. I spray them with a disinfectant and wipe them clean, then move on to the mirrored wall that runs along this side of the gym. Normally, I hate catching my reflection in the mirror when I'm sparring, but it certainly is a convenient way to spy on others while they fight.?
Like the way Nox’s flawless body glistened earlier when working with his trainer. The way the tight muscles of his stomach stretched and contracted with every swing of his defined arms. Even the way he wiped the sweat out of his eyes with his forearm was distracting. Especially when it draws my attention to that sexy scar of his that runs through his eyebrow. Fuck me, it's hot. Serving as a constant reminder of his strength and protection.?
I was caught staring a time or two. There’s no way to hide the fact that I was, not when our eyes met in the mirror, and he gave me that cocky-ass smirk of his. Snow found it quite amusing, and even moved our duo closer when we were doing our cool-down stretches.Yeah, like watching him would help me cool down.?
He’s been in my head more and more, but not in the friendly or innocent crush way I’ve grown so used to. And his jealous reaction yesterday didn’t help matters. It has me on edge. What did he mean when he said our conversation wasn’t over??
The idea of where that conversation could go both excites and scares the shit out of me. We’ve never pushed for more after all these years. I mean, of course, I’ve imagined his sweaty body over mine and what he would feel like between my thighs, but I’ve never actually thought about pursuing him in that way. Lennox isintense…My legs tremble at the idea of how intense he’d be behind closed doors.?
