Page 21 of Catching Feels

GoodTimesOnly: How is it I still get shocked by things I see in the city?

GoodTimesOnly: This or That *unicorn emoji* edition.

The pictures that follow are of different unicorn masks; two of which she is modeling. And yeah, she’s beautiful. Long, thick, dark hair; big, pouty lips; and her eyes … well, what I can see of them with the masks on, are a stunning cognac brown.

SportsManSam: Sorry for the delay, but I obviously prefer the one that doesn’t cover your entire beautiful face. Those lips of yours look delicious.

GoodTimesOnly: Perfect. That’s what I’m wearing tonight.

SportsManSam: That and nothing else?

GoodTimesOnly: That and these …

I wait for the image to come through, and when it does, it’s a pair of gold, Louboutin strappy stilettos.

Fuck me.

SportsManSam: You just uncovered a kink I didn’t know I had. Yes please.

GoodTimesOnly: Not too much of a bad girl vibe?

And you’ve uncovered one for me. Good girl.

SportsManSam: No, Little Miss Red Bottom, that mask, those shoes, they tick boxes on the good girl list.

I open my water bottle and take a drink as I wait for her reply.

GoodTimesOnly: You like bottoms red?

I damn near choke and opt to let the mouthful of water spray out instead.

“Uyar, what the fuck?” AJ laughs as he opens the back door and slides in.

I throw the door open, hit the button to open the hatch, slide out, and then hurry to the back of the Audi to grab a towel from the pile of clean ones in a duffel and make quick work of trying to save my phone from water damage.

AJ’s laughing his damn head off, and yeah, it would be funny until you’re freaking out about losing the only way to contact the girl who sports the lucky nips.

After wiping it off and seeing it’s still in working order, I hit her back.

SportsManSam: GTO, I had a mouthful of water when I “red” that last message. My phone got a bath. I’d have loved to redden that *peach emoji* if my phone was ruined and I had lost contact with you.

GoodTimesOnly: *twerking GIF*

GoodTimesOnly: Hyatt Time Square. I won’t know the room number until check-in. If by some chance we lose communication, I’ll be the one in a *unicorn* mask with the red bottom … s.

“You texting your sister?” AJ asks.

I nod, even though that doesn’t lessen the lie. It just feels better.

SportsManSam: See you soon.

GoodTimesOnly: Yes, you will. *unicorn emoji*

If you had told minor league, or even high school, me that he’d be driving an hour and twenty minutes for a hookup, he would have laughed in your face, probably even smacked some sense into you. But here I am, entering the Lincoln Tunnel to meet a woman with lucky nips, a killer sense of humor, is sexy, and wants nothing but a good time.

I glance in my passenger seat and second-guess the flowers and champagne. I won’t be drinking because I’ve already decided I’m driving back tonight, ensuring I make it back in time to start my pregame routine.

At the light, I looked down at my phone to see if she had sent the room number yet, and she had.

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