Page 96 of The Play

Demi’s also been teasing me about it, only she’s taking things a step further than my teammates. Since experiencing my “move,” she’s launched a campaign to end my celibacy, as evidenced by the text she just sent.

DEMI: Have a good game tonight! I hope you score! Speaking of scoring, have you considered breaking your vow?

I sigh at the phone. See? I should be mentally prepping for the game right now. I’m in the visitors’ locker room at…Boston College. Right! That’s who we’re facing tonight. I should be thinking about the game, not Demi Davis.

ME: I told you, it ain’t happening.

HER: You wouldn’t even consider it? For lil ole me?

Someone smacks me between the shoulder blades. “Hey, now. Stop fantasizing about the road head, captain.”

I turn to find Matt grinning at me.

“Seriously, though,nice,” he praises.

“You’ve said that to me at morning skate every day this week.”

“Yeah, because it’snice. Always wanted road head.”

“Me too,” I say dryly. “Like I’ve been tellingyouevery day, nothing happened. Demi’s earring got stuck on my pants.”

“I’ve gotten road head,” Conor drawls as he unbuttons his white dress shirt.

“You’ve gotten head everywhere,” I shoot back.

“That’s not true. I’ve never gotten…” He strains his brain trying to offer up a blowjob-free location.

“Having a little trouble there?” Matt hoots.

Chuckling, I peel off my own clothes and begin to suit up. My phone dings again and I realize I didn’t respond to Demi.

HER: Sorry. I’ll stop talking about this. I know it makes you uncomfortable.

ME: No, sorry, I’m just gearing up. Gotta go, talk later.

I add a kissy face and then tuck the phone in the pocket of my discarded pants. Once I’m in uniform, I sink down on the bench to put on my skates.

Conor sits beside me. “What are you doing after the game? We were going to have some people over. You in?”

“Sure. I’ve got nothing else going on.”

He slants his head pensively. “Are you seriously not doing this sex thing or are you fucking with all of us?”

“Not since April,” I confirm.

“Christ. That’s intense. I’d probably lose my mind if I couldn’t bust a nut.”

“I never said I’m not busting nuts.” I release a gloomy sigh. “I’m just doing it solo.”

“Still. Sounds like a hellscape.”

I can’t help but snicker. “It’s not that bad. I’m actually getting used to the perpetual blue balls.”

“Jesus!” Bucky interrupts, walking over with a Saran-wrappedstinky Pablo in one hand and a cellphone in the other. “Have youseenthis shit? Pablo’s Insta account reached ten thousand followers. Someone just DM’d asking if we’d do a sponsored post for an age-defying moisturizing cream.”

My jaw drops. “Is that a joke?”

“No joke.” Bucky shakes his head in disbelief.

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