Page 20 of Blindside Love

Bye, kitten.

As I set my phone down, I feel everyone’s eyes on me. Slowly looking up, I feel like a deer in headlights as they’re all staring at me like they discovered the next wonder of the world.

Fuck. I feel my face slightly redden as I realize they know.

Even scarier? I know.

I like this girl way more than I should after just meeting her. I mean, we’ve texted a bit here and there, and it’s always so exciting for me, but I can’t quite figure out why. There’s just something about her that’s so real. She makes me excited about life again because she’s so full of it. She’s like a damn unicorn. She’s feisty as hell, passionate about so many things, and she’s such a good mom, which makes her even hotter.

“Fuck my life.”

I hear them clink glasses, but I just stare down at my phone. Shit, what am I going to do?

“So, what has you cheesing like a teenager in love?” Cade says, asking the question I’m sure all of them want to know. But honestly, why am I smiling so much over this little conversation?

“It’s really nothing. Ellie texted me asking what she should wear to the game tomorrow,” I tell them with a shrug. “I told her clothes or nothing, but I don’t think that’s really an option.”

“Are you telling me you’re not getting her your jersey?” Rex asks, his tone full of disbelief.

“Uh, I hadn’t really thought about it.”

“Don’t be an idiot,” Max says.

“Yeah, I’m single as a pringle, and even I know that if a girl’s coming to the game for me, she’ll be in my jersey,” Miles chimes in. “I mean, unless you want her wearing my name on her back.”

I hadn’t even thought about that. What if she goes out and buys a jersey? What if she buys someone else’s jersey? Hell, no. If she’s wearing anyone’s jersey, it’s mine. My name on her back. My number for everyone to see.

God, what I’d give to see my jersey on her, only my jersey. Nothing else while I drive my cock into her until she’s screaming my name.

“Fuck, you guys. I don’t know how to do this. I haven’t actually dated someone in years,” I say, looking over to Rex. “Think Sawyer will help me out on this one if I give her my credit card?”

“Are you asking me if Sawyer will go shopping for you? For a girl you’re interested in?” Rex chuckles. “Shit, text her right now, I’m sure she’ll have everything for you by morning.”

“On it,” I grumble, pulling out my phone and sending the text.

S.O.S.

Her response is immediate, the bubbles popping up almost as soon as I press send.

Sawyer

Everything okay? Rex isn’t doing karaoke again, is he?

Nope, he’s definitely not that drunk. LOL. No, I need shopping help.

Sawyer

For you?

No.

The dots start, then disappear, stop, then disappear. Until finally, my phone rings, and I see Rex start laughing.

“She loves this shit.”

Answering the phone, I don’t even get to say hello before Sawyer’s yelling at me.

“Who is she?”

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