Page 26 of The Puck Decoy

Swallowing my laugh, I move to my dresser and pull out one of my spare jerseys and toss it on the bed, before retrieving my phone and pulling up a fan noise that lasts almost ten hours. “Okay, two out of five eliminated, which is the best I can do for you right now, I’ll do better next time,” I tell her, making a mental note to be more prepared from our impromptu sleepovers in the future.

“Next time,” she laughs without humor. “Next time you can come and stay in my room where I have everything I need,” she snaps, clearly stressed, and I am already missing her sunshine smile, so I can’t help but tease her.

“Inviting me for sleepovers already, wife? My body must be better than I thought.”

She drops onto my bed and leans down, pulling up her dress, to reveal a pair of sparkling heels that she begins to unbuckle. “It’s like you think I won’t dick punch you on our wedding night,” she grumbles, totally serious as she struggles with her shoes.

I drop down on one knee before her and unbuckle both shoes with ease, eyeing the length of her smooth calf, as I reply, “I mean, now you mention it, my dick does need some attention.”

Her eyes snap to mine and I swear I see a flare of interest there before she masks it with a scowl, “I’m sure the hoards of girls that would give it some are going to be weeping in their beds this week when they find out it’s no longer on the market.”

Rising back to my full height I flash her a mischievous grin. “Hmm, note to self, my wife is jealous and feisty, I like it.” I turn my back and head into the bathroom to give her some privacy, but not before the back of my head is smacked with a pillow.

“Next time it will be a brick, asshole,” she curses at my back, and I hide my laugh on the other side of the bathroom door.

Then I take my time brushing my teeth, and changing into some shorts, until I am sure she has had enough time to get out of her dress and ready for bed. Then I give her five more minutes for good measure until I am almost certain she must be done by now. Yet when I venture back into my room she practically dives away from the mirror that hangs on the door to the bathroom, almost giving me a heart attack.

“Everything okay?” I ask, flicking my gaze up and down to see she is very much changed into my jersey, and that the dress I bought her is hanging neatly on my closet door.

“No, Joshua, everything is not okay,” she grits out through her teeth, gesturing to her jersey clad form. “Look at me.” I already am, so all I do is widen my stare in confusion to try to figure out what the hell is wrong with her. “I’m wearing your jersey,” she confirms, and I have to smile.

“Hallie, I know you don’t have a very high opinion of me most of the time, but contrary to what you might think I’m actually quite smart. I gave you my jersey to wear, I now see with my eyes that you are wearing it, therefore, confirming you’re wearing it seems a little pointless. What is the problem?”

Another pillow is thrown at my head.

“I am wearing your jersey,” she snaps again, as I pick up her weapon of choice and toss it back onto the bed.

“So? You wear my jersey all the time,” I shrug, not seeing what her point is. “In fact, you have bugged me every single year since I have known you to make sure I always order extrajerseys, just so I can give them to you, so again, what is the problem?”

“I’m wearing your jersey and nothing else,” she whispers, looking down at her bare legs as her fingers pull against the hem that reaches her mid thigh. “Yes I wear it all the time, but it’s usually with pants,” she adds in exasperation.

I open my mouth to respond, but the visual she just painted has me pausing a little.I’m wearing your jersey and nothing else. Damn. That’s not the first time I’ve heard something like that, but it’s definitely the first time I’ve cared. I mean I’m not blind, I know she is hot as fuck, I have just never allowed myself to look at her like that. She’s my little sister’s best friend, she’s my friend, but right now as she stands in nothing but my jersey, the thoughts I am having about her are far from fucking friendly.

It takes some effort to force my stare back to hers, and I clear my throat as I say, “Well if you’re asking for my opinion, I much prefer this look on you.”

She groans at my response, moving toward the mirror to check out where the hem reaches again.

“I was not asking for your opinion, asshole, but maybe some pants?”

This time I can’t hold in my laugh. “Hallie, you’re like 5ft barely nothing, do you really think I’m gonna have pants that fit you?” I shake my head as I crouch down and ready myself to sleep on the floor. “Just get in bed and stop being ridiculous.” I move to turn off the light, leaving the room in just the glow of the lamp on my nightstand, before lying down.

Her stomps back to the bed shake the floor, and I smirk as I sink down into my sheets, knowing she won’t let this go. “Easy for you to say, your body is fantastic,” she grumbles, throwing herself into my bed with a huff.

“Glad to know my new wife is so attracted to me,” I muse, relishing the way she once again curses my name. “And trust me,Hals, if anyone else was lucky enough to see those legs, I’m sure they’d be thinking the same bad thoughts I am.”

I swear she doesn’t realize how gorgeous she is sometimes. Hence the campus-wide no touching rule that includes her and Madeline. Maddie because she was my sister, and Hallie because she was, well, my Hallie. None of the assholes here are good enough for her, even more so now she’s my wife.

“Only if you are thinking that I should wrap them up in some pants.” she laughs, and I can hear her getting comfy, so I try to do the same.

“You could definitely wrap them somewhere,” I reply without thinking, and the silence that follows is deafening, and I ruffle around in my sheets. “Sorry, that came out by default, I forgot you weren’t a random hot girl for a second there.”

She scoffs again, “Man whore.”

“Brat,” I toss back, not bothering to correct her statement considering I haven’t slept with anyone since the beginning of the year, and enjoying our back and forth too much to care. It reminds me of when we were kids, before I pushed her away, now here I am pulling her in even tighter than before.

“Asshole.”She won’t stop.

“Drama queen.”I can’t stop.

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