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“I figured I’d head back,” I deadpan flatly. “Coach wants to start me back up with practice and—”
“You still had two days.”
I push my lips out. “I did, but—”
“I’m sorry,” she states with narrowed eyes. “Are you normally an asshole to kids, or is it because I let you between my legs that you finished what you came to do?”
Now, I’m glowering at her. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“You left me in your bed, Reid,” she whispers between gritted teeth, leaning closer so that no one around overhears.
And, fuck me, I think I just fell in love with this chick.
“We didn’t have plans,” I retort through my inner turmoil. “What did you want me to do?”
Hollyn scoffs, and I’m really surprised she hasn’t hit me yet.
I’d hit me.
I didn’t use her body to get off and chalk it up as some bullshit notch on my belt, but that’s what it looks like.
“Is that how it is?” she asks with a tsk. “We just go our separate ways?”
No.
I don’t want that.
But what else am I supposed to do?
I lift my shoulders dismissively. “We can…hang out and stuff if you want to.”
“Really? Oh wow, can we hang out sometime? Fuck you, Reid,” she said with a defiant chuckle. “Don’t do me any favors.”
She wants more than what I can give her, and I’m guilty of that. Women get attached. She pressed my buttons, she took off her damn clothes, and I was too stupid not to listen to my rationality when it said not to touch her.
“What do you want from me, Shorty? I’m about to go back into the game, and we’re hitting playoffs. I know you don’t know what that is, but it’s important.”
“I know what playoffs are, dipshit,” she argues, her jaw locking. “I just thought…” Her lips snap shut and I find myself hanging on to every word.
“You thought, what?”
“Excuse me, miss?” My gaze flies over Hollyn’s head, and I find the dude who was sitting next to me earlier with his female companion. “You’re in our seats.”
Hollyn slaps the side of the armrest and rises, keeping her attention on me as she stands, radiating like the damn sun.
“Take care of yourself, Reid,” she dismisses. “It was nice knowing you.”
My feet feel like lead, and so does my ass because I don’t move.
Not at first.
Her words register, and if I let this go, there is no reason to reach out. There really isn’t one right now.
However, I can’t drop her like that.
I don’t want to.
And I also don’t want to want her either. This complicates things, and it might ensue in a messy breakup with tabloids. It’ll mean she gets tired of me and goes off to find someone else while I’m too blind to see it.
