Page 90 of Endgame

Dakota:Thanks for the best night. Sorry not sorry, you got your ass beat.

Callaway:I’ll give you the win—this time.

Dakota:You’re finally catching on.

Dakota:Is Bodhi sleeping?

Callaway:Why? Are you trying to have phone sex with me, angel?

Dakota:In your dreams. I was just curious.

Callaway:Yes, he is. I don't know how. It’s hot as fuck in here.

Dakota:What do you mean? My room is freezing.

Callaway:Our A/C broke, so we have to suck it up for the night.

Dakota:No, Callaway. You can’t sleep without air conditioning. You need your rest to play.

Callaway:As much as I appreciate the concern, angel, I’ll be fine. We don’t play tomorrow, and I’ve slept in worse.

My heart sinks at the thought. I can’t imagine the conditions he’s been forced to sleep in that were considerednormalfor him.

Dakota:You pitched today, which means recovery is important. Stop being stubborn. You can sleep with me.

Callaway:So eager…I knew you always wanted me.

Dakota:Okay, yeah, sure, old man. I’m leaving the upper latch out so you can get in. Don’t be stupid. Get your ass over here before someone breaks in and kills me.

That better get him over here.

My desperate attempt is confirmed when the sound of the hotel room's heavy door opening causes me to sit up slightly, letting the hallway light filter in, then closing shut, locking us in complete darkness.

My body hums to life.

All it takes is for Callaway to be within a short distance from me, and I can’t get close enough to him.

I’m struggling to see with the lack of light, but as soon as my eyes adjust, they find him grabbing a decorative pillow and a folded sheet to lay quietly on the floor. He doesn’t say a word.

Oh, hell no.Might as well sleep without air if you’re going to subject yourself to cum and feces on this repulsive floor. The hotel is clean and beautiful, but I don’t trust a room to bethoroughlydisinfected unless I’ve witnessed it with my own eyes.

I speak up into the darkness of the night, “Sir, tonight is not the night to test me. I’ve had the best date, a body-numbing shower, and I’m lounging in sheets that feel like a utopia; don’t mess that up for me.”

His chuckling brings me immense joy, and I’m fortunate he found me funny enough to vocalize it.

“You sure? I’m a bed hog and a perpetual snuggler.”

He’s insane if he thinks that wouldn’t make me pressure him even more.

“I’ll take my chances.”

The only sign of his agreement is the shuffling he makes as he drags his tall frame in the direction of the bed.

His tall frame stops in front of me. “Scoot over.”

What the hell?

“Why? There’s an entire side over there you can sleep on?”

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