Page 65 of A Game Of Love

First, that means I need to try to move past this thing with Bishop. Tonight was good, it showed that it’s possible.

But I know if I take on too much, too fast, I’m going to get overwhelmed, and I don’t know if I want to risk losing my control.

Lilly mentioned wanting to go to the Halloween festival this weekend. It could be a good opportunity to see how things will be when the three of us are hanging out.

So far, Lilly has been true to her word and anytime I’m around the two of them, they’ve kept the PDA minimal.

Am I an asshole for being the reason why she holds back with him when I’m around?

Bishop didn’t bat an eye at Lilly, snuggling up to me while we hung out. He acted like it was normal like we’ve done this for years.

I guess, in a way, we have. I cuddled Lilly back in high school; she sat on my lap, and we held hands with Bishop around.

The only thing that’s really different is seeing him do the same with her.

Heading into the room, I grab a pair of boxers and slide into bed.

I lay there, staring at the photo of the three of us on my bedside table, unable to close my eyes, knowing that the two of them are out there, together, while I’m in here alone.

A part of me wants to go and slide into bed next to Lilly. Wherever she is, that’s where I want to be.

And I know for a fact that Bishop wouldn’t say a word about it, just letting it happen.

I’m being stubborn, I know. But even if this dynamic is something I grew up around, I never thought I’d live it myself.

It’s new. It’s scary, but... it’s also kind of enticing?

Groaning, I bury my face into the pillow and allow my mind to wander to thoughts of Lilly, and pray I don’t wake up screaming from another nightmare.

Chapter 13

Lillianna

“I don’t think I’ve been so nervous about a game before,” I say, chewing on the side of my thumb while watching the guys on the ice.

It’s the first game back since the big blow-up a few weeks ago. I’ve been worried that the whole incident would have thrown them off their game, but they proved me wrong, coming back stronger than ever.

A mix of both pride and guilt swirls inside my belly as Jonas blocks another goal. The crowd goes nuts, and Bee is on her feet, shouting and cheering for her man.

Pride fills me because my best friend is kicking ass down there, and because of that, we’re winning. Then the guilt hits me because my eyes drop down to the bench where Toby is sitting, jersey on, in support of his team.

He looks miserable. I know he wants nothing more than to be out there playing right now, and it’s killing him to sit by while someone else takes his spot.

But I’m so damn proud of him because instead of fighting Dad on the decision that was out of his control, he accepted the consequences of his actions like an adult.

The crowd cheers again, snapping my attention away from Toby and back out to the ice.

“What did I miss?”

“Bishop just blocked a shot,” Bee says, eyes glued to the ice. “Fuck yes! That's my big brother. Woo!”

Laughing, I shake my head.See, she loves him.

Finding Bishop, my belly heats as I watch him in action. He’s so damn sexy.

“Is it wrong of me that if we win, I want to ride Jonas like a sex-crazed maniac while he’s still dressed in his jersey? He doesn’t even have to shower, that man smells so damn good, all sweaty.”

Eyes widening, I choke on a surprised laugh. “Bee!” I gasp.

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