Page 78 of Aim Assist

"Then I'll fertilize yours."

She taps the contract on her other palm, looking wary. "So, all this flowery bullshit is to say that you love me?"

"Yes."

"And this contract…" She waves it. "Is to, what? What's the purpose of this?"

"To put the power in your hands. I don't want you to run off. It'll be in black and white. You have all the power, angel. I'll give you everything."

She looks at the contract again.

Snorts.

"This is the stupidest fucking shit I've ever seen."

I grin. "That's fine. As long as you sign it."

"Hah." She looks at me again, trying to figure me out.

I need to come clean.

"Amy…"

"Oh, shit." She straightens in a flash, her face shuttered. "I recognize that tone. That's what men do right before they tell you how much they've fucked up."

"No, no." I rush forward, pulling her into my arms. She hasn't signed the paperwork yet, so I'm not cheating. I'm not breaking any rules. "Listen. I might have fucked up a little bit, but to be fair, I tried to tell you."

"Tell me?" she asks suspiciously, her body tense as she pushes out of my arms and puts a few steps between us.

Fuck. All kinds of dirty, erotic thoughts are populating my brain. I need my intellect right now. Not my dick.

I need to convince her to stay.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself. "My username. I tried to tell you. It's Trickshot."

Amy's brows knit together in confusion, her green eyes searching my face. "Okay? And?"

Shit. She doesn't get it. I run a hand through my hair, my heart pounding. "My username is Trickshot. It's my alias from my pro gaming days. When I don't want to be found, I switch it up a little. Trickshot999."

Amy stares at me, her lips parted. Seconds tick by, each one an eternity.

And she stares.

And stares.

Fuck. I shift my weight, resisting the urge to look away. "We've been playing together every night. And—no, I didn't know who you were at first. I found out later."

Her eyes widen as she finishes processing. "You..." She shakes her head slowly. "You're Trick? This whole time?"

I nod, my throat tight. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I did try, though."

She nods. "Yeah. You did."

The silence has me shifting my weight. Sweat pours down my back. It's fucking hot, even in her air conditioning.

"You said your headset was broken."

"I lied. I didn't want you to find out that way. Figured you'd recognize my voice right away after a week together."

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