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Before long, I wake up to the natural alarm in my head. I have practice in a little over an hour.
She’s still sleeping, but when I slip out, she rolls to her stomach. Her arm slides under the pillow, and her legs spread, taking up the whole bed.
The guest house has a full kitchen, so I pop in a Keurig pod and make two cups of coffee. I’m not a huge coffee fan, but the highs and lows of the last few nights have taken its toll, and caffeine is a must. I wanted to have sex a few more times. I laugh to myself—I may have to help build up Brooke’s endurance.
I decide to take a quick shower, wanting to be clean so the guys don’t smell Brooke’s scent on me. Those horny assholes better not even think about her. And I know Dawes and Flynn would smell the sex scent a mile away.
With the plush, turquoise-colored towel draped around my waist, I stroll into the bedroom, only to find Brooke absent, presumably in the kitchen. Amidst the quiet, an unfamiliar phone rings, a tune that doesn’t match my designated ringtone. Curiosity wars with me, prompting me to venture into the living room, the very place where our evening began.
And there it lays, right on the coffee table, catching my attention. As I pick it up, the ringing ceases, and I’m greeted by the lock screen displaying a personal photo of Brooke and a little boy with his arms wrapped around her neck.
Chapter Twenty
BROOKE
No, no, no, no.
I squeeze my eyes shut, mumbling the lost and found prayer one of my Catholic friends taught me in high school.
“Dear Saint Anthony, please come around. Something is lost that needs to be found.”
Who am I kidding? I know exactly where my phone is—it’s with Reed. Scared of what he thinks of me and what I’m feeling, I flee the scene of the best sex of my life. It may be the experience of a lifetime. Who could compare to the tattooed hockey god? He’s an expert at finding hidden spots and creating orgasms that make the earth flip upside down.
He’s showering, and I shoot him a text.
Me:I had a great time. No, that’s not the right words. I’m not sure there are words, but I have to get to work, so I arranged for an Uber last night. If you want to see me again, there’s something you need to know.
The Uber pulls up to the gate, but I don’t know the code, so I run down the driveway. I realize that I left my phone on the coffee table when I was retrieving my purse and my intimates. With only ripped tights and a leotard covering my body, I had zipped up my jacket.
The driver lets me out in front of my apartment. I inhale the heavy cool air and prepare to be bombarded by a million questions. Oranges and purples streak the horizon, so I’m expecting them to be asleep.
I push the door closed and pad into the open floor plan. It’s not a bad place to live. The school had given it a makeover the year before I moved in. They took out the half wall between the den and kitchen, making it flow and appear larger.
I take out a bowl and the cereal and end up eating two bowls. Having marathon sex makes me hungry. I can’t control the ear-splitting grin that eats up my face. Lost in a mixture of euphoria and dread, Lettie startles me.
“Girl, details. And I need all of them.” Lettie grabs a Diet Coke from the fridge.
“I didn’t see you walk in.”
“That’s because you were thinking about getting sexed up.”
I pick an Apple Jack from my bowl and throw it at her. Where do I begin? Lettie sits next to me. “Was Caleb okay last night?”
Her eyes narrow as she studies my face. “He was fine. We lined up cars and played board games for two hours. I gave him a bath, read him more books than I’ve read in college, and he finally went to sleep.” She’s not a morning person. “Now, tell me everything.”
She grabs my hands.
“God, it was… he was more than the guys in my books. Demanding in ways and romantic in others.” I expel a breath. “He taught me a few things.”
Lettie squeals. “Like what?”
“Let’s just say he found spots that my vibrator has never found.” My eyes briefly close at the new memory etched in my brain. “Sex with Caleb’s father lasted fifteen minutes, and I never felt like it was about me or even us. He wanted to get off, and that was the sole purpose. But with Reed, he focused on me, and we had…” I stop and whisper, “sex for hours.”
Lettie leaps off the chair and into my chest, and we both take a tumble onto the faux tile floor. We lie there, laughing. I hit the jackpot when I met Lettie in calculus class. She’s a firecracker but when it comes to numbers, she’s a genius. But I prefer this side of her. It’s also nice to watch her sitting high on her horse, all buttoned up because it’s her alter ego.
“Did ya’ll make plans to get together again?”
I shake my head and explain how I left and what I left.
