Page 82 of Pucked Together

“Oh my gawd!" She gasps, bringing her hand to her mouth and looking over at me with those beautiful eyes widening "Did we...?"

She doesn't move. Not even to breathe. And I swear I can physically feel the air completely dissolve from the car as I break out into a sweat.

"Did we....what?" I say coolly.

"Don't play coy with me, Ryker Balinger!"

"You can just call me Ryker, you know."

"I will not. Not until you tell me. Did we?"

If Izzy can only remember the time before she made Houston her home, then that means she doesn't remember that she's no longer a virgin.

Shit. No person should ever have to deal with this.

"Uh...I don't...uh," I rub the back of my neck uncomfortably.

"Well?" Those eyes are fixed on me, and here, in the close proximity of my sports car, there's nothing keeping us away from each other.

I just need to say it. Rip off the Band-Aid, Balinger.

"Oh my god. OH my god," she looks at me one more time before shaking her head and burying her face in her hands. "Oh...my...god. No wonder we're not together anymore. I can't just make out with my brother's best friend and expect Trevor to still want to be with me." She breathes out, disgusted with herself.

And now...I'm confused.

"Wait...made out?"

She looks at me. "Yes, that's what we did, right? Ugh...I'm a horrible person."

She thinks we made out. ONLY made out.

Fuck.

I don't say anything as the garage door raises, and I put the car in reverse to drive out of the neighborhood. Izzy is looking out the window and shaking her head like she's the world's biggest heathen. And I feel like actual scum of the earth.

"At least tell me we weren't still dating. Like we were on a break or something? Something to make myself feel better about this."

"Uh...you and..."

"My boyfriend. Trevor. He's back in LA."

Double fuck.

"You weren't together," I manage to get out. And she lets out a breath of relief.

"Breathe, Izzy. You're the nicest human I know. You're better than that."

Her eyes go wide again and she slowly turns to face me as I enter the tollway.

"What?" I ask, wondering what the hell has her bug-eyed.

"Say that again," she insists.

I laugh, "What, that you're the nicest human I know? I play for the Heatwave. We don't exactly have the best reputation out there. Don't be so surprised."

"No, tell me to breathe."

Okay, I'm officially confused. Did I get a concussion in that brawl with Trevor? I didn’t think he landed a punch. I humor her, though.

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