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Clearing my throat, I break the silence. “Rory, what happened the other day?”

“Technically,”she says, flattening her hands on her thighs, “nothing happened.”

“Technically. But you know there’s more to it than it just being ‘nothing.’”

Silence falls over us again as we remember that moment.

“Cole!” Rory shouts, wrapping me up in a tight hug before we start the champagne shower in the clubhouse. “Congratulations!”

I return her hug, enjoying the close contact. “Thanks, Ror. I can’t believe we just fucking won.”

“You deserve it! You played an incredible game, Cole.”

My smile can probably only be described as dopey right now, but fuck if I care.

Rory flashes me an unfamiliar look before she grabs my arm, leading me away from the crowd and into the showers.

“What are you doing, Rory?”

“Getting you away from everyone else.”

“Why?”

“So we can celebrate! You hit the go-ahead home run in the eighth. You won the Stars the pennant!”

“So that’s why you pulled me into the showers, huh?” I tease. Because all we do is tease each other.

But she’s far more of a tease than I ever plan on telling her. Her fucking existence teases me.

“Will you stop complaining and just come over here already?” Rory huffs, trying to be annoyed, though I can tell she isn’t because of the large smile she’s sporting.

I slowly saunter over to her, unable to help myself. “I like it when you’re feisty, Fisher.”

Rory looks up at me as I tower over her. “You’re getting a little flirty there, Pierce.”

She claims I’m flirting like she isn’t doing the same thing right back.

I plant one hand on the tile wall behind her, and she bites her lip. “I don’t think you’re actually complaining about that.”

“What if I’m not?”

“Then-” I cut off abruptly as Rory moves her arm, accidentally brushing right over me. Right over my dick, specifically. And just that light touch is enough for my dick to betray me, showing herexactlyhow much I liked it. “Shit.”

“Cole!”

“Your hand brushed against me!” I cry, trying to adjust myself so I don’t tent my fucking uniform pants. “I can’t help that.”

She eyes me curiously. “Is that the only reason?”

“Potentially,” I admit, heat creeping over my cheeks. “It’ll go down.”

“Or…” she starts, fire flashing in her eyes. “I mean… I could…”

“Get on your knees?”

Did I just say that? Fucking fuck. She’s probably about to storm out of here at my stupid fucking suggestion.

“Yeah.”

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