Page 149 of Waiting Game

“If we’re dating, which we are…” His words are pointed. “It’sourproblem.”

“Maybe in seven weeks it is, but for now, it’s not.”

Even then, I can’t just take money from him.

“The idea of you being on that site—” He digs his fingers into his eyes but he doesn’t finish the sentence.

I’m not happy about the idea of cam-girling when we’re dating either. I’m out of options though. Unless the bar suddenly takes off or an influencer visits…

Crazier things have happened, right?

It’s foolish to put this conversation off but I want to bury my head in the sand for a little while longer.

He squeezes my fingers. “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re stubborn?”

My smile is sad. “Why do you think Gracie and I got along so well?”

LATER THAT NIGHT

*Mia sends image*

Cole: Oh. My. God.

Cole: You can’t be sending me porn before a game, babe.

Cole: I know I gave you the good shit, but I didn’t expect you to reciprocate.

Mia: *snickers* It’s me. In your jersey.

Cole: I repeat. P.O.R.N.

Mia: Shut up lol.

Cole: No shutting up.

Cole: How can I shut up? I get to see you in that AND touch you now. Do you know how fucking torturous it was watching you on cam with my jersey on?!

Mia: Poor baby.

Cole: Yes. Very poor baby. I SuFFeREd, Mia.

Mia: You suffered, or was it your dick?

Cole: My dick belongs to me.

Cole: So, both of us.

Mia: I know it’s big but it’s not its own entity.

Cole: Says you.

Cole: That’s it. This is a thing. You’re going to become a part of my pregame rituals for real.

Mia: Your pregame what?

Cole: Hockey players are superstitious.

Mia: You’re not superstitious.

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