Page 43 of Sleet Princess
Luke: Plus you looked super hot with your ass peeking out of your cover-up, and I wanted to bury my face in your tits.
Princess: And there goes the sweet moment.
Luke: Morning, Princess.
Princess: Morning, Player.
Princess: You don’t need it, but good luck at your game tonight.
Luke: Thanks, Green Eyes.
Luke: You gonna watch?
Luke: Better yet, don’t tell me.
Princess: You’re going to do great.
Princess: Since the game has started now and you won’t see this until after it’s over… I’ll let you know that, yes, I am watching. Yes, I’m in my pajamas. And yes, I’m thinking about how you got your dick all sandy in Mexico.
Princess: Congrats on the win! And the goal!
Luke: Thanks, Little Royal.
Luke: And thanks for reminding me about the sandy-dick trauma.
Princess: You’re welcome.
Princess: I gotta admit, hockey is much more entertaining than I thought.
Luke: I’m pleased and insulted.
Princess: Consider me a convert.
Luke: Does that mean you’ll keep watching my games?
Princess: Only if you promise to get into one of those fights. Those were fun!
Luke: I’ve createda monster.
Luke: Glad you watched.
Princess: Me too.
Luke: Where are you off to this week?
Princess: Flying to Denver tomorrow and finishing the week in San Fran.
Luke: Any chance you want to squeeze a stop in at Vegas on Thursday night? We have an evening game and then a few days off after, so we’re gonna hit the strip.
Luke: And by hit the strip, I mean grab some drinks and walk around people watching.
Princess: I might be able to make that work.
Chapter 35
Natalie
My fingers tightenaround my beer until the plastic cup starts to bend.
