Page 112 of Fear of Falling

“Yeah, us girls are going to have a girl’s night tomorrow.”

“Oh, a girl’s night.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Laughing I shook my head. “Hate to break it to you, but when we have a girl’s night, we don’t have pillow fights in our underwear.”

His eyes widened and he looked at me with a hurt expression. “Are you serious? What a way to ruin a guy’s fantasy.”

“Sorry,” I giggled, softly tugging at his hair.

“I’m still going to imagine that though. Or more importantly, imagine you.” The dirty smirk on his face had me rolling my eyes.

Of course he went there.

“Come on love birds, let's hit the road!” Trevor yelled from where he stood beside the team bus. Beside us, I heard Bryton curse at him while saying his own goodbye to Mila.

“I better go before Coach comes out.”

I could feel myself pouting, wanting him to stay but I knew he couldn’t. “Okay. Do great. I’ll be cheering at home for you.”

At my words he smiled even wider. “Will do, baby.” My heart stuttered in my chest.

I loved it when he called me that.

He leaned down, pressing his lips against mine. I kissed him back, letting him know just how much I’d miss him.

Before our kiss could turn into a full make out session, something that seemed to happen more often than not we pulled apart.

“I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too,” he said, planting a kiss on my forehead.

“Shit heads! In the bus! Now!” A deep voice rumbled nearing us. We pulled apart and glanced over at Coach stalking for the bus. “Nice seeing you Mila and Josie.” He greeted Mila and I with a soft smile, the team staring at him with stunned expressions.

He may be incredibly intimidating, but he was always surprisingly kind to me and Mila. Every time I saw Coach, he made a point to say hello, something that seemed to shock all the guys every single time.

Not my fault the coach has a soft spot for us.

“Good luck tomorrow, Coach.” I smiled, which he returned before stepping on the bus.

“Did you bribe him?” Wyatt asked, the other guys standing around looking just as bewildered.

“No,” I laughed. “He just likes me.”

“Yeah, I don’t believe you.” Wyatt and Bryton shook their heads at each other.

“I better go. I’ll see you in a couple of days.” Pecking his lips one last time I stepped back, dropping my arms from him. Wyatt winked as he and Bryton headed for the bus. Mila and I stood there watching our men load onto the bus. As the doors closed, Mila turned to me and grinned.

“Girl’s weekend!”

Music played softlyin the background as I finished curling my hair in the mirror. Mila applied lipstick next to me, while Lydia sat on the edge of my bed, typing away on her phone.

“What do you think?” Tasha asked, as she stepped out of the bathroom, doing a little twirl.

“You look great,” I grinned at my best friend. She wore a gorgeous, sparkling, gold dress that highlighted her tanned skin and hugged her frame perfectly. The whole right side had cut outs from the top of her ribs down to her hips, showing stripes of bare skin, and her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail with a few tendrils framing her face.

Instead of having a girl’s night in, we’d decided we needed to go out and have fun. The guys had won their away game, which seemed as good an excuse as any to go out and celebrate a little.

Next to me, Mila capped her lipstick and stepped back, running her hands over her dress. She looked stunning, with her dark, curly hair cascading down her back. The all-white silk dress did amazing things for her dark skin tone, and the high slit down one side showed off her long legs.

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