Page 103 of Mr. Charming

“I know, babe, but we’re playing this the right way this time.”

She smiles and places her keycard over the lock. “Sweet dreams, Tweetie.”

“Oh, they’ll be filthy, not sweet.”

She laughs, and I wait for her door to shut before I head to the elevator, really wishing Conor wasn’t sharing my room with me. I need to get rid of this pent-up sexual energy, and there is not a chance I’m jerking off when he’s only one thin wall away.

Forty-Six

Tedi’s Journal Entry

Present day

Philadelphia

* * *

To my older self,

* * *

We are so weak, Tedi! We so would have caved tonight after one hot kiss outside the hotel room. And the fact that Tweetie was the one who pulled back, reminding me that we need to take this slow if we’re ever going to get where we want to be, only made it harder not to say screw it and drag him into my hotel room.

Patience.

Patience is all we need so we can have a lifetime with him.

Hopefully, he’s the one next to you in bed when you reread this someday.

Forty-Seven

Tweetie’s Journal Entry

Present Day

Philadelphia

* * *

To my teenage self,

* * *

I’m so fucking proud of us, man. We walked away and did the right thing where Tedi is concerned for once in our fucking life. I just hope I can keep making us proud. This time, I promise you, I won’t ruin our chance. We will get that happily ever after. You can count on me.

Forty-Eight

Tedi

I’m at the Falcons practice. Again, Fletcher is with me, getting some pictures and footage for me to use. I’ve decided to do an angle on Tweetie that highlights him as a leader and a captain on the team. So we’re grabbing images of him with different teammates throughout practice. We get some pictures of him offering advice to Alvin, who is the left wing on the second line, along with a few of the other guys.

So many young kids look up to Tweetie, like my nephew, that I think it’s important to showcase how he got this far in the league. Next week we’re going to highlight his workouts. I pushed that one off a week because I’m not sure I can sit in a sweaty gym and watch him lift weights and train without me asking him to stretch out his hip flexors on me.

“Tedi, it’s been a minute.” Bud comes up behind me, and Fletcher lowers the camera, eyeing me.

Great. This is the last thing I want to deal with.

“It’s come to my attention that Tweetie and some of the others went to your nephew’s school while they were in Philadelphia.”

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