Page 67 of Staying Selfless

“Logan, can I get you anything?” Goody asks. “Breakfast, coffee, a four-course tasting menu.”

Logan and the boys can’t help but laugh at Goody’s desperation to make up for the morning after Halloween.

“I’m good,” she chuckles. “But thank you.”

“Where’s Sarah?” Logan turns to a hungover Benny as he makes his way into the kitchen to join us.

“She had to leave early this morning so she could study, but she told me to tell you hello.”

“I like her.”

“Yeah, me too.” My goaltender’s cheeks go pink.

Goody doesn’t miss a beat as he pinches Benny’s rosy face, teasing him before Benny pushes him away.

“When did you guys get here?” Marc makes his way into the kitchen, pouring himself a coffee.

“Maybe five minutes ago.”

“My prettiest friend is here!” Ali exclaims as she joins the rest of us, walking into the kitchen behind my brother.

“Yes, I am,” I chime in.

“And my most arrogant friend.” She playfully smacks the back of my head. “You doing okay?” Ali asks, turning to my girl.

Logan smiles as I tighten my hold around her waist. “Yes. I’m doing good.”

“Where did you guys sleep?” I suspiciously ask Marc as he and Ali exchange a nervous glance.

They both avert their gaze from each other but still refuse to meet mine.

“Don’t tell me you guys fucked in my bed.”

“We didn’t,” Marc quickly interjects.

“We fucked in Patrick’s bed.” Ali casually pops her shoulders.

The kitchen is left speechless, gaped mouths and wide eyes covering everyone’s expressions.

“You did not!” Logan’s voice full of amusement as she tries to hold back her smile, covering her mouth with both hands.

“Oh, we did!” Ali proudly nods her head.

“Twice,” Marc adds before taking a sip of his coffee, trying to hide the smug smile behind the mug.

My teammates, Logan, and I all burst into laughter. There’s not a single person here who isn’t onboard with Marc’s revenge, seeing as Patrick was fucking his girlfriend in this very house when we all lived under the same roof.

“Please tell me you changed the sheets,” Goody chuckles.

“We changed them before.” Marc conveniently stays silent on the fact that he didn’t change them after.

“Jesus.” My forehead falls to the back of Logan’s shoulder.

Eventually, after a good laugh, Benny and Goody go back to cleaning the living room with the rest of the boys.

“What are you two doing today?” my brother asks.

“I don’t know. Logan won’t tell me.” I crane my neck around to look at her satisfied smile. “I figured she would’ve told you.”

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