Page 34 of Catching Feels

Tell me how happy you are.

Mom:

The gift you all have given me was the sixth happiest day of my life.

I reread the message before replying.

Me:

Huh?

Mom:

1 - Roman’s birth, 2 - Hudson’s birth, 3 - Your birth, 4 – Rome’s, Hud’s, and your graduation (both high school and college tie for fourth days), and 6 - this past Sunday.

Me:

I don’t remember my birth, but I’m sure that was my favorite day.

Mom:

“Huh?”

I laugh as I reply.

Me:

I got to meet my role model, on the outside.

“Elle, are you …? Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Get out!” I scream as I run into the bathroom, grab a towel, hide behind the door, and peek out.

“Jesus Christ, I am so sorry. I was?—”

“Everything okay?” Blaze Bennett’s voice comes from outside the room.

“Yeah, Ellie’s in here. All good,” Nour says, turning his back to me.

“Why are you still in here?” I whisper-hiss at him.

“Because I don’t do drama on a normal day, and game day, it’s all positive vibes.”

“The hell does that have to do with me?” I snip out at him.

“Lavender and jasmine calm. You’re stressed. Whatever I may have done to?—”

“Ew, no.” I grab a tee-shit, throw it on, and then step into shorts. “I don’t need to be shrinked by you or any other man, so”—I walk past him and point to the door—“kick ass, player. Now be a good boy and go find your Zen.”

He shakes his head as he looks at me. “I don’t know what your deal is, but you and I have never had issues before. If you’re going through something and need help, you need to call someone you trust.”

“You rattle off a hotline number, I’ll nut you.”

Ellie walks over and nudges my hand, and I look down at her. “You got my back, right?”

He holds his big old catcher’s mitt in the air, his fingers easily the size of an average dick. His dick? An anomaly. “Nobody needs to have anyone’s back.”

I sneer at him, and his brows shoot up.

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