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I inwardly snort. Not that it matters. Miles and I are friends. If there was anything between us, it would have happened by now. Since he’s never made a move, it’s fair to say we’re in the friend zone, and I’m okay with that.

Less pressure.

Although, the pressure between my legs is something fierce.

?CHAPTER EIGHT

ROWAN

The pub many on the team like to go to after games isn’t as packed as it is after a night game. Since it’s barely six, most of the patrons are friends or family of the team.

Whiskey Belt isn’t in the area surrounding the stadium, so the crowd is usually tame. Except for Miles and the younger guys on the team.

Sometimes it’s hard to remember that Miles is our age when he rattles off inappropriate jokes and immature comebacks like a fifteen-year-old. You could say that’s part of his charm, not taking himself too seriously.

Tonight is eighties night, and the music is amazing. I’m having a blast dancing with Kendall, Riley, and Mindy to some of my favorites.

We’ve belted out Madonna, Bon Jovi, and Motley Crue’s top hits. When the DJ plays Rob Base and DJ EZ Rock’s “It Takes Two”, Miles, Declan, and Trenton join us on the dance floor.

Miles does the sprinkler and the Cabbage Patch, and the other guys join in the foolishness while the girls and I circle around them.

“Do the Running Man,” Kendall yells over the music.

He does so like he’s been practicing his moves his entire life, which he probably has. My stomach hurts from laughing and I don’t even feel the pain in my feet anymore from standing all afternoon.

“Have you ever seen the Riley?” Miles holds his elbows and mimics rocking a baby to the beat of the music.

“Do me! Do me!” Kendall jumps to the music.

“I got this one,” Declan says and moves his hips in a way similar to how she dances.

“Dude. You suck at this.Thisis the Kenny.” Miles makes a fist in one hand and pretends to scrape it while moving his hips.

“What the hell is that?” she asks.

“Peeling the potato, obviously.”

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