Page 89 of Puck Princess

“Tell your boyfriend to back off.” Spencer starts to turn towards her, and it’s the last straw.

I don’t want him looking at her. Being in this house.

I don’t want him on my team or in my city, either, but I have slightly less control over those things. The first two, though?

I force him towards the door. We move right past Coach, who doesn’t say a word. No one does, actually. The only person who moves is Lance, and all he does is open the door.

Spencer’s bravado fades a little as he makes his way past our silent teammates. He mutters something under his breath as he leaves, but I don’t care.

I didn’t fight him. I kept my cool. But I made my point.

These are my friends. This is my team. Callie is my girl.

And this is my house.

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CALLIE

“I love having friends over,” Owen says, finally closing the front door on the last of our moving helpers for the day.

As much as I appreciated the real-life game of Tetris they played with old and new couches, I was ready for everyone to leave hours ago. Around the time Spencer appeared, actually.

Owen turns to me and runs a hand through his messy hair. “But you know what I love more?”

“When they leave?”

“See?” He puts his arms around me and pulls me in for a kiss. “This is why I needed you living with me. You get me, Callie Coleman.”

His lips are soft, and watching him lug furniture around all day gave me way too much time to ogle his body. But even Owen’s body can’t overcome nature.

I pull away from him, plugging my nose. “We need showers. Bad.”

He gives himself a sniff. “If you wanted shower sex, you could’ve just said so.”

“That’s not what I said!” I feign annoyance and swat at him. “You’re grosser than you are after a hockey game, and I look like I crawled out of a swamp. Look at my hair.”

He comes up behind me and kisses me on the neck. “You’re delicious.”

“If you think that now, just wait until I smell like warm vanilla sugar.” I duck away from a kiss and head towards the bathroom.

I hear his heavy footsteps trailing behind me and can’t stop myself from smiling.

It’s only day one of living together, and I think it’s already going well.

Spencer showing up put a damper on the whole affair. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to seeing him regularly. Kennedy sure hasn’t. The second he showed up, she went back to her apartment. I wished I could do the same. But then, I didn’t have to. Owen kicked Spencer out of our house.

Actually, he practically dragged him out by his ear.

It was even hotter than all the furniture lifting, and, whether I admit it or not, I’ve also been waiting for this moment alone with him for hours.

Owen turns the shower on, and I reach for the hem of my shirt. But before I can peel it off, he snags me around the waist and pulls me into the shower with him, clothes and all.

“Owen!” I shriek. “What are you doing?”

“You. In the shower. If you stop fighting me.” He punctuates each sentence with a kiss on my neck, my jawline, my mouth.

“But our clothes!”

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