Page 79 of Playmaker

He nodded fervently. “Yeah, your ‘I don’t give a fuck and you can’t touch me’ face.”

I blinked at him. “That’s not what I look like now?”

He cocked his head and studied me. “No, I think that’s a more ‘what the fuck have I done’ face.”

I sighed. “It’s actually ‘I just fucked and now I’m fucked’ face.”

Darcy’s brows drew together. “Seriously, Callie, are you okay?”

I dropped on my bed. “Not really sure right now.”

He was on our couch. “Should we talk?”

I hated talking about my feelings. But my thoughts were jumbled and a strange urge to cry kept coming over me. I had to face Cooper in the morning and get through more time with his family, so talking was what I needed.

“Yeah.”

“What happened?”

“Cooper and I…”

His eyes bugged out. “You and the hockey hottie…hooked up?”

“We did.”

He dropped his head back. “Give me a moment. That’s awesome. No, wait, did he hurt you?”

I shook my head.

“Was it good?”

Good didn’t begin to cover it. I nodded.

“I don’t suppose you’d give me details?” He leaned forward, batting his eyes at me. Darcy was cute, and he was excellent at puppy-dog eyes, but I was charm-immune.

“I’m not giving you a play-by-play, no.”

He sighed. “At least tell me about his cock. It was nice, right? Did they augment for those billboards?”

“New rule. We do not discuss details of any private parts that have been inside me.”

Darcy’s jaw dropped. “But parts of Cooper have been in you?”

“That’s the definition of hooking up, isn’t it?”

He ignored that comment. “And it was good. How good? Like, yeah, I came, it was fine? Or yeah, I entered another part of the time and space continuum it was so good?”

He was exaggerating, but not by much. “Closer to the second.”

Darcy fanned his face. Suddenly he frowned. “And he asked you to leave after that?”

“We’re sharing a suite, so it wasn’t really leaving. And I was the one who said I had to go.”

He narrowed his eyes, looking for who knew what in my expression. “Did he make you feel like you needed to?”

I shook my head. “He was…I think he wanted to do it again. Maybe even have me stay the night. But I could be wrong.” He’d been upset to find me almost dressed when he came out of the bathroom. Better for him to regret my leaving than my staying.

“But you left.”

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