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“I’m glad you could join us.” I walk her to the door and a cold breeze blows in as I open it. “Sleep well,” I tell her as I think about how little sleep I’ll get when Ash joins me in the middle of the night.

“You too.” Her phone rings and she pulls it from her pocket. Her eyes go wide as she glances at the number. A second later, she slides her finger across her screen, steps outside and answers, “Ash, hi. Ohmigod, you played amazing tonight.”

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Ash

“How did you get this number?” I ask the second I hear Callie’s voice.

“Aww, you’re not mad, are you?”

Of course, I’m mad. She’s been texting and calling me nonstop, and I don’t answer unknown numbers. The only fucking reason I called back after the game was because I was worried it had something to do with the social media posts and Gina feeling like someone’s been watching her.

“Callie,” I warn in a tired voice.

“The other day when I took a selfie, I grabbed your number. Remember I asked you to send me the selfie and you said you didn’t have my number? I put it in your phone and called myself.”

Jesus, I forgot all about that. “Are you with Gina and my dad?”

“No I just left.” Her voice is muffled by the wind. “I’m just headed home. I’ll run up to my room and we can talk in private.”

Fuck, did Gina hear her answer? Does she think I’ve been calling Callie. For Christ’s sake. “I have to go. We’re boarding the bus to head to the airport.”

“Can you call me when you’re free.”

“I’m not free, Callie.” I don’t want to sound cruel or mean, but what she did was wrong and I don’t want her to think I’ll be calling her, any time soon, or ever. “Safe travels back to California,” is all I tell her before ending the call. I’m ushered onto the bus before I can call Gina, and my gut is in a knot as I find my seat. Once everyone is boarded and we’re in motion, I shoot off a text to Gina.

Me: Hey, did you enjoy the game?

Gina: It was stressful.

Me: Listen, I called Callie. I didn’t know who I was calling. She put her number in my phone when she took a picture of us, and sent herself a text. She’s been calling non-stop. I only called the number back because I thought it might have something to do with you. I hope you don’t think I’ve been talking to Callie.

Gina: I never thought that. I had a feeling something was off. Just so you know, I think she wants to marry you.

I laugh at that, as my shoulders relax and I sink into my seat, wanting to text with Gina all night as I think about crawling in with her later. We send texts back and forth until we reach the airport, and I know it’s late and she needs her rest.

Me: I’ll see you soon.

Gina: Can’t wait.

I board the plane and close my eyes as we take off and head back to Boston. It’s the middle of the night by the time we land, and I head straight to my car and make my way to Gina’s. I find parking near her place, grab my bag and step out onto the slick street. Oddly enough, when I see a car across the street, a strange, uneasy feeling comes over me. Numerous cars park on this downtown street, so why this one is drawing my attention is a mystery. Maybe I’m just paranoid because I’m worried about my girls safety and privacy.

Deciding to check it out, I cross over to it, and glance inside. I find it empty and look up and down the street as the hairs on the back of my neck tingle. I don’t like this. Not one fucking bit. I hurry to Gina’s and climb the stairs, using my key to let myself into her place.

On tip toes, I make my way to her room and cringe when the door squeaks open. I tug off my clothes, climb into bed, and pull a sleeping Gina close. I lightly kiss her shoulder and while I don’t want to wake her—okay, I kind of do—she stirs.

“Hey,” she whispers and rolls to face me. It’s dark in her room, prohibiting me from seeing her features, but the sound of her voice washes over me and brings a new kind of warmth to my blood.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s okay. I’m glad I’m awake.” She puts her hand around my head and pulls my mouth to hers. I sink into her kisses, and moan with longing as I drag her closer. “I couldn’t wait for you to get home,” she admits honestly, her voice low, sleepy…seductive.

I brush a strand of hair from her face. “Why is that?”

“Oh, just that I wanted this.” She reaches down, takes my swelling cock into her hand and lightly strokes it.

“Babe…”

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