Page 71 of Playing for Keeps


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Me: Promises, promises.

Gray: I can't wait to see you on Sunday.

Me: Me either.

It's barely eight inthe morning when my phone buzzes with an incoming text. I groan and roll over, reaching for it. I was having the best dreams about Gray. They were the sexy kind. He kept whispering obscenely dirty things in my ear.

As soon as I see his text, my whole freaking soul lights up.

Gray: Some kid warned me not to wipe with these funny leaves. I thought he was joking. He wasn't joking, Camila.

I drop my phone beside me and howl with laughter, only to pick it up again when it buzzes a moment later. I have to wipe the tears and sleep from my eyes to read this one.

Gray: Now I know why my Ma never put me in Scouts. The woods are terrifying. Also, good morning.

Me: I knew you weren't a Boy Scout! And good morning,manteiga derretida. :)

Gray: Don't judge me. I had allergies. And a fear of being eaten by fucking bears.

Gray: What does that mean?

Me: Really? You were afraid of bears? It means you're a crybaby.

Gray: Guilty as charged, ma'am. Still afraid of bears, by the way. I'm admitting defeat and coming home early. Please tell me they make lotion for whatever level of hell this is.

Me: You should watch where you put your…junk.

Gray: Sure, now you warn me.

Gray: For the record, I don't stick it anywhere except my own hand.

I sit upright in bed, blinking at his text. Is he saying he's a virgin? There's no way a man who looks like him hasn't had sex yet. It's statistically impossible.

Me: You are not a virgin.

Gray: Can I tell you a secret?

Me: Yes.

Me: Unless it involves you and a bevy of puck bunnies.

The last thing I want to know is how many women he's slept with. The thought alone makes me jealous. I'll never tell him that, of course. But it does. I don't want to think about him with supermodels and a fleet of puck bunnies waiting in the wings.

Gray: There are no puck bunnies, Camila. But I like the thought of you being jealous over me.

I snort. Of course he does.

Me: I am not jealous.

Gray: You are, but it's all good,querida. Because I'm jealous as hell just thinking about you with anyone else.

There he goes again, stealing pieces of my heart like they belong to him. We have a saying that my mama always used when Ana and I were little and easily tricked,comprar gato por lebre. It means not to buy a cat for a rabbit, or to let someone fool you. If Gray is just trying to trick me into falling for him, it's working.

Gray: I'm not a virgin, but I've been celibate for a long time.

I stare at his text for a long moment, not sure what to say to that. Part of me wants to believe he's just messing with me because the man could have anyone he wanted. Women fall all over themselves trying to get close to him and his teammates. Another part of me is pretty sure he isn't joking. Before I can decide what to say, he texts again.

Gray: I've slept with one person. I was eighteen and stupid and regretted it as soon as it was over. People assume I fuck around because I'm a professional athlete, but I want what my parents have.

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