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“Does that mean you haven’t had anyfunrecently?” she asks, slowly tugging my shirt up.
I shouldn’t have even bothered putting one on after my shower. I just didn’t want to look at the bruise blossoming on my side.
I wish I could see her face. Tell if she’s as nonchalant about me hooking up with another girl as she sounds.
“No.”
And it’s been a hell of a lot longer than a week since I had sex, but I don’t tell her that. I clear my throat, hoping my “You?” sounds casual.
“Just you.”
I like the way that sounds way too much. It’s even better than hearingZero.
Rylan’s hands reach my shoulders, tucking my shirt out of the way, and then her thumbs are pressing into the skin just below them.
I groan—loudly—as she starts to rub my sore muscles, exerting the perfect amount of pressure. My entire body relaxes, going limp with relief. Even the pain in my side eases,overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure. Instead of distracting me, it feels like she’s fixing me.
I groan again as she works her way down. Whatever the long muscles that stretch on either side of my spine are called, they’re knotted and tight.
“Should I be worried that you weren’t this loud when we had sex?”
I huff a laugh. “I was this loud. You were just distracted.”
She hums, her hands moving up to my shoulders and then down my biceps. It actually feels like I’m floating away from my body, melting down into the mattress as her magical hands work me over.
“We could have sex again,” I suggest. “So you have a more recent comparison?”
“Nice try.”
“I meant it, you know.”
Her grip loosens for a second, but that’s the only reaction before she continues massaging.
“I want to have sex withyou. I’m not just wanting sex.”
She’s silent, and I’m both grateful and relieved I can’t see her expression.
“I’ll stop mentioning it. Since you’re, you know,not interestedand all. I just wanted to make sure that was clear.”
Rylan doesn’t respond. But she doesn’t stop rubbing, and she doesn’t move away, so hopefully I didn’t fuck it up too badly.
“That was your mom on the phone?” she asks.
“Yeah.” I sigh, a little of my earlier irritation filtering through the bliss of having her on my bed turning my muscles into jelly. “She wanted to tell me they’re coming to the championship game. Assuming we get that far.”
“That’s…nice?”
“Best part is they’re showing up because Parker’s parents aregoing to support their nephew. He plays for Fabor. If Glendale beats them, I’m guessing they won’t show.”
“Aidan…”
“It’s fine. Whatever. I shouldn’t have been surprised.”
“It’s not fine.”
“Yeah. It sucks. But it is what it is. I am who I am; my parents are who they are. Even when we got along, we were never that close. We’ll never be that open, loving family, and I accepted that a long time ago.”
“You don’t think people can change?”
