Page 139 of Beautiful Collide

I laugh, shaking my head. “Yeah, sure, asshole.”

I have a feeling that he’d encourage me if he knew why I punched Hayes. Then he’d punch me himself for catching the feels for his sister.

As if he heard my thoughts, Mason leans in, his voice dropping. “You finally ready to admit it?”

“Admit what?”

“You know what,” he deadpans.

I don’t reply.

But Mason, being the persistent dick that he is, isn’t ready to drop it. “Come on, you can’t tell me this isn’t about Molly—”

“It’s not.” I sidestep him and head for the showers.

I need to fucking cool off.

A few minutes later, the hot water pounds down on my shoulders.

It helps loosen the tension from the game, but it doesn’t stop the voice that keeps screaming in my head that Mason is right.

This has everything to do with Molly.

Obviously.

By the time I’m ready to leave, I’m fucking exhausted and can’t wait to relax. I love flying home after a game. Nothing like sleeping in your own bed. I have no desire to party or celebrate, and for the first time in a long time, I’m not going to.

I’m done being the guy everyone expects me to be.

As I approach the plane, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and glance at the screen.

A message from Molly.

Molly:Thanks for kicking his ass for me.

I shake my head and laugh.

Hudson:He had it coming.

Three dots appear, and I wait for her reply.

Molly:But next time, try not to get benched over me. It’s not worth the risk. Dane is insufferable when he loses.

My lips spread into a smile.

Hudson:No promises.

As I pocket my phone, any remaining tension slips away.

Whatever this thing is between us, it might not be simple . . .

But I want to try.

48

Breaking News:Wild Brawl. Hudson Wilde Throws First Punch in Finals Showdown.

By: Taylor Davis

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