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She follows that message up with an angel emoji, playing the innocent. I have to chuckle at this girl. She sure as fuck knows how to push my buttons.
The only jersey I want to see you in is mine.
Zoey
I thought it would be a good idea not to wear your jersey since we’re, you know … a secret? I want to throw people off our scent. What better way than to wear someone else’s jersey?
I groan, hating that there’s a kind of logic in that train of thought. While my teeth are grinding at the thought of a repeat of seeing her in a jersey that isn’t mine, she sends another text.
Zoey
Can’t you be satisfied with being the only one who gets to pull a jersey off me?
My cock twitches in my pants. I blow out a long breath, imagining doing just that. Shit, if I get her alone while she’s got someone else’s jersey on, I think I’ll be more likely to rip it off her body than to pull it over her head.
Can you at least not wear Hunter’s jersey again? He’s kind of my best friend, and I’d rather not want to kill him. If you have to wear someone else’s jersey, how about Walsh’s? He’s new and I haven’t grown as attached to him yet, so if I murder him in a fit of rage I’d be able to deal with it easier.
Zoey
Who knew it would be this easy to make you jealous?
She follows that up with a wink emoji. I shake my head, chuckling. I’ve never known a girl who can keep me on my toes like Zoey can.
Next time we’re alone I’ll make you pay for being such a naughty girl.
“Damn, Liam, you finally find a new fling?” My head snaps up and I quickly press the button that turns my phone’s screen dark as I hear Grant’s words.
“Huh? What?” I stammer.
“You were looking at your phone like you wanted to fuck it,” Cole says, casually. “Either you were texting some girl you’re hooking up with, or you were watching porn. Which we all agreed years ago was off limits in the locker room.”
“Why?” Walsh asks. “Was Ryder watching some weird fetish stuff that creeped everyone else out?”
Ryder responds by sneaking up behind Walsh and trapping him in a headlock, digging his knuckles into his head like he’s giving his younger brother a noogie.
Tristan laughs. “Nice one, Walsh. You’re really coming into your own.”
Walsh is a newbie, and he’s generally a pretty reserved guy. It took him awhile to adapt to how we all like to give each other shit and insult each other—purely out of love, of course. But he’s starting to learn how to hold his own.
Walsh wiggles out of Ryder’s grasp and smooths down his hair.
I’m happy that their shenanigans have taken the attention off me, but I guess I indulge in that relief too soon.
“But, really, Liam,” Ryder begins. “Let’s hear about this girl you’re so into that you’re texting her in the locker room.”
“I wasn’t texting anyone,” I lie. “I was, you know … looking up the news. You know, of what’s going on in the world.”
“Since when have you ever given a shit about world news?” Tristan asks.
I shrug. “What, I can’t expand my horizons? We all live in the world, in case you didn’t know. What happens in it affects everyone.”
The guys eye each other skeptically for a beat. I don’t think they buy it—hell, I wouldn’t buy it if I were them—but they get off my back, at least for now.
Most of the guys have plans with their girlfriends after practice, and Walsh is heading to the library for a group study session for one of his engineering classes. So, Hunter and I head to Lucky Chang’s alone for an early dinner.
After we sit down and order, Hunter’s expression becomes searching. “Seriously, bro, what’s been with you lately?”
“Huh? What do you mean?” Guilt pricks at me. I don’t want to have to keep secrets from my best friends, but in this case, I don’t have a choice.
