Page 51 of Dangerous Play

“Thank you,” he smiled lightly. “Have a good night, Blossom.”

“Good night,” I muttered as I closed my eyes before I saw him hang up the phone.

I laid in bed, wrapped in his jersey, phone to my chest and just breathed as my body ached for him. It was annoying how needy I was for him. I’ve never felt that way with Ander. Sex with him wasn’t remotely good. The only reason why I still liked sex was because of all the night I spent with my own vibrator exploring my favorite spots and learning what I liked. But in general, I never really understood the hype around it. I never got the wanting to rip each other’s clothes off.

Not until Max.

Our chemistry was out of this world. Every small touch felt like sizzling electivity burning through me. Every kiss resulted in thousands of butterflies coming alive. And every hug transported me to the safest spot in Earth. His arms were my safe haven. It didn’t matter how long we’ve known each other, or that most things between us where for show. When he hugged me, there was no place I would rather be.

And that was dangerous.

I wasn’t supposed to falling for him. I was supposed to get revenge on Ander.

Yet, the more time has passed, the less I thought of my ex and the more I fantasized about his rival.

MAX

Couple of weeks later Halloween was coming up and I had no excuse for not preparing a couple’s costume and going to a party with Ivy. I didn’t want to do it, I hated costume parties, but with a fake girlfriend, it came with the territory. She agreed to attend a party with me on Friday that Thalia and her friends were going to in one of the frat houses, and I agreed to accompany Ivy tothe enemy’s soccer house for a Halloween extravaganza, but only after confirming Dex and Maddox could attend too.

It was a strangely warm autumn afternoon and Ivy spread out on the blanket next to me, her hair spread like a halo around her and soaking up the last rays of sunshine.

“What do you think about Barbie and Ken?” She flipped to her stomach and pushed her phone in front of my nose.

I glanced up from the textbook I was reading doing my best to prepare for the quickly upcoming midterms.

“I’m not blonde.” I shut down the idea after a single glance at the neon colored outfits. “Keep looking.”

“You trash all my ideas.” She pouted, making me grin.

“You have many qualities, Blossom, but Halloween costumes are not one of them.”

“What about Princess Peach and Mario?”

I grunted. “Seriously?”

“I give up.” She threw her phone on the grass. “What did you dress up as last year?”

I grimaced, thinking about it. I was sure I wore jeans and maybe a jersey from Miami Inter or something similarly creative. “A professional soccer player?”

“That’s who you are.”

“Technically no, as I don’t get paid.” I grinned, and Ivy groaned.

“Can we please do something cute?” she asked. “I’m open to any couple’s idea.”

“Okay, what would you dress up as if you went alone?” I asked, leaning over her and trapping her between my arms.

Her cheeks flushed, but she replied, without missing a beat, “Tinkerbell. I wanted to do that since last year, but Ander considered it stupid.”

What a shitty asshole, but I forced my face to remain neutral and calm. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, I nodded. “I will be your Peter Pan.”

She bit into her bottom lip to keep herself from smiling.

“Nope, not wearing a stupid thing on my head.” I muttered as I pushed my nose to hers, our breathing becoming one. “But I can wear green cargo pants and a green shirt. Will that cut it for you, Blossom?”

Ivy nodded and breathlessly said, “Yes.”

My throat tightened, and I wished we were in a completely different scenario when our lips were about to touch and she gave me her consent.

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