Page 56 of Pick Me

Sirens blasted from the TV, a reminder that I was supposed to be stealing a car, but I’d already accepted defeat. With Liam playing so badly and my disinterest, level sixty was a distant dream.

I was okay with that. Tonight, I was more interested in the girl glued to the wall behind me.

“But what about the rotation? It’s my night in.”

I let out a low chuckle, fingers tapping idly against the buttons. “Eh, I always thought the rotation was a little stupid. We’re adults. We should be able to sit in the same room for a night without a damn schedule, don’t you think?”

“But what about Grace?”

I rolled my eyes even though she couldn’t see me. I walked right into that one, and now I was left wondering if there was anything I could do to convince her I was obsessed withher, not Grace.

“Not interested in Grace. Never was.”

“You sure?” Her voice was getting closer, meaning she was making her way toward me.Finally.“You seemed interested in her two nights ago.”

I shook my head. “There’s no one out there I’m interested in.” I let that sit for a second before adding, “In here, is a different story.”

“W-what’s that supposed to mean?”

“I think last night should be enough of an explanation for you.”

“Asshole,” she muttered under her breath.

“But I’myourasshole.”

“How did you even hear that?”

I glimpsed behind and saw Thea’s head in the refrigerator, her beautiful ass in the air. Damn. Peachy and gorgeous. I wanted to bite it.

“Whatcha’ making? Wanna make me something while you’re at it?” I goaded her like I was a child desperate for her attention, which I obviously was.

“No, I don’t. In fact, I can’t think of anything worse than being stuck with you tonight.” She moved away from the fridge, coming out empty-handed as she picked at the different fruits on the kitchen counter. I might’ve gone a little overboard buying her replacement fruit. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to impress her, and this was one of the few ways I knew how.

“Oh, how you wound me, fickle one.”

She ran her fingers over the apple’s firm skin and scoffed quietly.

I turned back and glanced down at my crotch with a frown. How pathetic. It was twitching away because she’d made that noise in the dream I’d had about her.

“Don’t you have some football thing to go to?” she asked, walking into the living room area with a giant banana. Jesus, was she trying to seduce me? I’d only now noticed her hair was in a messy bun and she was wearing a Covey U football jersey—Tanner’s, no doubt—but what would she look like with mine on?

“Football season is over, which means I’m all yours tonight.” I turned my game off and threw her the TV remote. She fumbled the catch, giving me the opportunity to check out her ass and thick thighs. Was she wearing anything underneath that? “You pick what we watch. It is your night in, after all.”

Fuck. Why the hell was I being so nice?

She flopped down into the recliner and flipped through some shows, stopping onThe Baseball Bachelor.I flinched when I heard a woman whining about the fact the baseball player kissed her on the same night as another girl.

“Already watched this,” she stated, changing the channel.

“Thank goodness.”

“There’s nothing on.” She was mindlessly flipping through channels, looking for anything.

“The only good live TV you’re going to get is sports.” Her nose crinkled at the suggestion, making me smile.

“Bet you’d like rugby.”

“Why on earth would you think that?”

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