Page 42 of A Major Puck Up

“You have my phone number. You know where I live. Figure out what you want in life, Peaches. Until then, I’ll be your friend.”

Darting forward, she clutches my shirt and nips at my lip.

The sensation pulls a groan from me, and my forehead falls to hers. I hold still, our eyes locked on one another, letting her sink those teeth into my flesh, wishing I could give in. But if I do, if I sleep with her again, we’ll end in nothing but devastation.

She needs this time, and she needs to fix things with her father.

And if I’m lucky, one day, she’ll be ready. And I hope like hell that when that day comes, I’m still single.

FOURTEEN

MILLIE

Me: Text me when you land, please.

Coach: Just touched down.

Me: Is it pathetic to say I miss you?

Coach: If it is, then I am too.

Me: Pathetic?

Coach: Missing you like crazy.

Me: And yet you refused to kiss me.

Coach: You damn well know it isn’t because I didn’t want to.

Me: That’s what you tell all the girls.

Coach: There are no other girls, Peaches.

Coach: How was work today?

Me: Your sister was amazing. She got a standing ovation. It was incredible.

Coach: You’re incredible.

Me: Ha. Flattery will get you everywhere.

Coach: Oh yeah? Like where?

Coach: You’re just going to leave me hanging?

Me: LOL sorry. Gabe stopped by and I got distracted. We’re going to grab dinner. TTYL

Coach: Who is Gabe?

Coach: Millie.

Coach: Who the fuck is Gabe?

Me: Aw, are you jealous?

Coach: You went radio silent for hours. I’ve gotten absolutely zero work done, and that’s your response?

Coach: I don’t play games, Millie, so if that’s what this is, count me out.

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