Page 61 of A Major Puck Up

Even still, Millie had become my obsession—her smiles, the sound of her voice, the feel of her beneath me. I’d come to crave her thoughts on almost every topic, and I looked for her in every space.

There’s no world in which I’d choose anything or anyone over her. Which means it’s time to tell our friends and family that we’re together.

Though I have no plans to do it tonight.

Or at least not while I’m lying in bed holding Millie, who’s just come so hard I’m still panting into her shoulder.

“Having a heart attack, old man?”

The ribbing she gives me is because of the way my whole body goes rigid at the image on my Ring app. “Don’t tell me you forgot we ordered dinner before you started going down on me, asking for an appetizer. The poor delivery boy has probably been waiting for five minutes while you fucked me into next Tuesday.”

While the smile Millie has directed at me is usually all I need to be put at ease, tonight, it won’t cut it. Not in this situation. I put a palm over her mouth as I talk into the app. “Be right down.”

“No rush,” her father says through the speaker.

Beside me, Millie goes as rigid as I am, and her eyes grow wide. “What is he doing here?”

I hop out of bed and snag the shorts I tossed onto the floor when I decided I couldn’t wait a second longer to be inside my girlfriend. I slide a palm down my face and suck in a painful breath. “No fucking idea.”

She pulls the sheets up to her chin, hiding her naked body like her dad could walk into the bedroom at any moment. “Does he normally just show up like this?”

My heart races so wildly I can barely hear, let alone think straight. “No.”

“Shit,” she mutters.

Trying a little trick I’ve seen Liv use a hundred times when she’s losing her shit with my brother, I pull in a long breath, count to four, and let it out. Then I kneel on the bed and press a kiss to Millie’s lips. “It’s going to be okay. Just stay in here. I’ll get rid of him.”

As I walk out of the room, I text my brother.

Me: Call Ford and ask him to come over.Now.

Beckett: What? Why?

Me: Please don’t ask me to explain. Just do it.

Beckett: This is about Millie, isn’t it?

Me: Don’t ask questions you don’t want me to answer.

Beckett: Fuck, Gav. What were you thinking?

Me: Are you calling him?

Beckett: Yes. He said to come by your place. He wants to talk to both of us.

At the bottom of the stairs, I groan and pound my fist against my forehead. Fuck.

Beckett: Seriously, what the fuck were you thinking?

Me: I love her.

Beckett: I’ll be right there.

At the door, I give myself two more seconds to breathe. Then I force myself to face the music. I swallow down the trepidation swamping me and open the door. Under the harsh hallway lights on the other side, my girlfriend’s father—my best friend—is standing before me, wearing a nervous smile.

Fuck, what the hell does he have to be nervous about?

“H-hey,” he says, clearing his throat. “Sorry for just showing up.”

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