Page 52 of How to Score Off Field

But Tess just stands in the doorway watching me with two bottles of water, one in each hand, before strolling in and closing the door behind her.

“Miranda stopped by. She’s spending the night at her boyfriend’s and wanted to grab her skin care stuff.”

Oh.

Skin care stuff…

I half expect her to tell me she’s going to move to her friend's room and give me my privacy, but instead, she hands me a water bottle, crosses the room, and sinks to the bed on the other side.

The mattress dips.

The door flies open, and Miranda sticks her head in. “Oh my god, I am soooo sorry.” Not. Her eyes are darting around the room. “I’m heading out now, but I wanted you kids to have this.”

She tosses a book at us, and it hits my calf.

“Whoops. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Her head disappears, then pops back in. “Actually, do some things I wouldn’t do. Live a little, go crazy.”

The door slams.

Tess sits frozen on the bed, water bottle halfway to her parted lips, eyes wide as if she were petrified. Or horrified, both different and the same.

“Oh my god,” she whispers. “Literally shoot me now.”

Her expression has me laughing and reaching for the book. “Sexy and Thought Provoking Questions to Ask the Person You’re Dating.”

Um. Okay.

“Apparently, she doesn’t want us to be bored.”

“Apparently, she wants a lot of things that are never going to happen.” Tess forces out a laugh, taking the book from my hand and leaning against the headboard before cracking it open and perusing some of the pages.

“If you do not fuck that guy, I will never forgive you…”

Tess isn’t reading anything out loud, so I give her a nudge. “What’s the book say?”

“Um. Hmm.” She flips a page. “What is the last sexual thought you had about your partner?” Her brows are raised. “See, we can’t play this because you’re not my partner.”

“Maybe not. But I can answer the question,” I blurt out.

Tess looks surprised. “You can? How?”

I snort. “Easy. The last sexual thought I had was about your legs.”And your tits, because I can see your nipples and if I look at them again my dick will get hard, so please stop wiggling around on the beg, your tits are jiggling.

“My legs.” She moves her legs, crossing them at the ankles. “Huh.”

Yeah, huh.

Her nose goes back into the book. “What do you normally sleep in?”

“Pajamas.” I pause. “What about you?”

“Nothing.”

She doesn’t look at me when she answers.

“You sleep naked?” I blink. “Even in the winter or just in the summer?”

“Yes.” Tess laughs. “And you sleep in pajamas? What kind of pajamas?”

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