He places the cap back on the marker. “We’re establishing boundaries.”
I squint at him. “Come again?”
He hold up the board.
HOUSE RULES – KNIGHT LOCKDOWN EDITION
By: Skinner
Enforced by: Fear
Rule #1
Kolby sleeps in the spare room.
Rule #2
No late-night horizontal cardio when teammates are in the house.
Rule #3
If you break Rule #2, I’m blasting showtunes at 6 a.m.
Rule #4
If I hear anything that sounds like a headboard tapping, moaning, or
suspicious floor creaks, I’m texting the group chat. All of it.
Rule #5
Nobody’s getting laid until we’re playoff-bound. We’re in monk mode.
Period.
Rule #6
If Kolby looks too smug at breakfast, he gets decaf.
I stare at the list. “You done?”
“Almost.” He then sets it back down, opens the marker, and goes at it again.
I grab a bottle of water and walk over to read over his shoulder
Rule #7
Lo doesn’t know about the list. If she does, Kolby’s paying my therapy bill.
“You are truly a menace.”
“I’m aprofessional athlete. And you, my friend, are disturbingly relaxed for a guy who’s been couch surfing for days before the biggest game of his life.”
I can’t help but smile at seeing Skinner now acting like this isn’t just any given Sunday we’re approaching.
And then he opens his damn mouth.
“There’s a very hot, very pregnant woman living right next-door. I haven’t had sex in a long-ass time.”