Page 24 of A Quarterback for Christmas

McD45: Don’t know what to say, man. Maybe you should try to move on. If she’s got a new boyfriend, pining after her sounds like voluntary torture.

JMill21:Wow

There’s a long pause, and I think I might have done something wrong.

JMill21:That’s really all you got? You think I should just get over my childhood crush?

McD45:Why not? If she’s making out with other guys, you don’t want to look like a chump waiting around for her to change her mind when that might never happen.

McD45:There are plenty of girls at St. Michael’s that want to date you. Don’t they always say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone new?

JMill1:That’s rich coming from you.

McD45: What’s that supposed to mean?

JMill1:I said what I said. You’ve been obsessed with the same girl since high school, and you’re trying to get me to dump the girl I’m almost certain is the one.

My heart rate increases. The beat is so loud that I can hear it. Drew obsessed? Who is he talking about? My mind reels off options, and I have no idea who it is, but it doesn’t seem plausible. He can’t even admit that Brianna is his girlfriend because he’s the kind of guy that likes to keep his options open.

McD45: What are you talking about?

JMill1:typing…

My thumbs play with the controller’s buttons as I eagerly await Jacob’s response. Curiosity has gotten the better of me, and I need to know who this girl is. Could it be Sabrina? He denied they were serious earlier, but that could have been to throw me off the scent. I don’t even know if they still talk.

Just as the response bubble pops up, the front door creaks open. I gasp, throwing the controller across the room. I barely miss the TV with my terrible aim, but somehow, the move flicks the TV back toBaseball Wivesbefore Drew can see anything.

Maybe Godiswatching over me. I just wish he hadn’t taken a bathroom break when I slipped in the snow.

As his heavy boot steps into the room, I hold my breath, unsure of what I intend to say.

Chapter 7

Drew

As I open the door, Bella throws my Xbox controller across the room, nearly knocking over Jacob’s mom’s decorative vase, and stares at me with wide, guilty eyes. Clammy and breathless, she looks at me like she’s discovered my hidden porn collection, and I’ve accidently walked in on her watching it. I inwardly groan because, of course, my mind would go straight to porn with Bella. Her accidentally flashing me has been accidentally flashing in my brain ever since it happened.

Her body is more spectacular than I’d ever like to admit.

“Are you in love with Sabrina?” she blurts out, and I have to stop myself from laughing. Sabrina? The girl I took to prom in high school. That’s what she wants to talk about? Not the fact that I’ve been M.I.A for the last five hours in a snowstorm while I tried to tame my boner. What’s really on her mind is if I’m into a girl that used me as her beard for the last year of high school.

“Hello to you too,” I mutter, taking my shoes off and placing the pizza box on the chair beside me. I don’t bother answering her question since I’m guessing she asked because those painkillers are giving her one hell of a high.

“She’s pretty. I can see why you liked, I meanlike, her. Green eyes and legs for days. Any guy would be a fool not to fall in love with her.”

Is Bella still talking? As I turn to look at her, I see a flush of red traveling up her collarbone. She looks good like this, but I quickly flick my gaze away because those flashbacks are coming back again. Images of her lying haphazardly in the bath with her legs spread wide open hit me, and it doesn’t matter that I spent the last five hours trying to freeze my dick off, these thoughts have thoroughly defrosted it, and it’s ready for action.

“How much morphine did you take while I was gone?” I ask with a cocked brow. I force myself back to our sparring ways, since that’s easier than dealing with how I’m really feeling.

“What do you mean?”

“You must be high because the only other time you’ve shown this much interest in my love life was when Bri kissed me while she stood on my helmet for that football fundraiser.” I grin, watching her swallow as her eye ticks ever so slightly. Gotcha. “What? Did you think I didn’t notice you loudly bitching about us to anyone who would listen?”

I remember it so well. Bella acted like my own heckler that day, and I can only assume it bothered her so much because she wasn’t the center of attention.

Her mouth opens, and closes, then she licks her lips. I can’t help but watch her tongue slide across them. They’re pink and perfect.

Pink and perfectlynotmine…Ever.

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