Page 100 of Against The Rules

Texting Ty’s become a mainstay of my day now, especially without clients to talk to throughout the day.

Working for myself is weird—wonderful, but weird. Sure, I reach out to vendors, and I’ve pretty much nailed down who I want to work with, but I barely even see Presley anymore.

So texting with Ty’s become one of my few ways I stay social. He was out of town most of last week, in the Midwest for a game, and it shocked me how much I missed him. It’s strange, because nothing about our relationship is normal, but every time I see him, it brightens my week.

Even though today’s game day, it’s not any different. In fact, I’m wearing a ridiculous smile on my face as I stare down at my phone in the Beaver Cheer locker room. I haven’t seen him in two weeks, but my body remembers the way he fit into me like it was yesterday.

I’m gonna get tackled bc I’m going to be too busy watching you shake your sexy ass

You better not

I have plans of my own to tackle you later

Tell me more

I’m going to take you down

Downtown, on route 69

Fuck me

Yeah, that’s the idea

I miss you

I miss you, too

Kick ass out there today

Shake ass out there today

“Who’s that?” Ashley asks, Tiffany crowding in on my other side.

“Nobody,” I yell, turning my phone all the way off and throwing it directly into my duffel bag.

“You’re seeing someone,” Tiffany sings, raising her hands overhead and doing a body roll. “You big liar.”

“Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not.”

“Who is it?” Ashley says, adjusting the navy-blue cutout on today’s uniform, a mock-neck crop top and a tiny skirt.

“My secret husband.”

They both burst out laughing, and I join them because yeah, it sounds fucking ridiculous.

The wildest part is that it’s completely true.

“Sure, Savannah. Your secret husband. Is he Canadian, too? Is that why we’ve never heard of him?”

“Uh-huh, yep. He’s a pro hockey player too, and he rides a moose to work.”

“Canadian slander!” Eva shouts from across the locker room. “Don’t make me get my maple syrup out.”

“Oh and then what, you’d apologize for not giving us pancakes?”

“Shut up,” Eva yells, then finishes putting on her lipstick. “Sorry, that was mean.”

I laugh, excited to get on the field. I’ve always been ambivalent about football, more interested in dancing than anything else.

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