Page 88 of The Pucking Wrong Rookie

Walker: It’s true. No one will want to join those clubs.

Camden: …

Camden: Wait…we’re a club?

My body was shaking, and Sloane stirred next to me. Fuck. She needed her sleep. I’d worn her out, unable to stop myself from taking her multiple times throughout the night. Even now, I wanted her, although my dick was probably rubbed raw at this point.

Me: Alright, alright. No need to be so shouty. Rookalicious has entered the building.

Camden: Knew you would like that one.

Ari: I’m not talking to anyone. You guys are lucky my angel-poo wifey is next to me, because she’s the only one who could stop my rage at this point.

Lincoln: As we were saying…

Camden: Dinner. Tonight. 7:30 at Geraldine’s. She said to dress to impress.

Ari: You still haven’t answered me. She included me in that invitation, right? Like she said specifically, I can’t wait to see Ari again?

Camden: …

Camden: I think the main invite was actually for Logan, which I was very offended by, if that makes you feel any better, Lancaster.

Ari: …

Me: Good use of that, Ari.

Ari Lancaster removed Logan York from the chat.

A second later, Walker added me back in.

Me: It’s good to be back.

A soft sigh had me setting down the phone and turning toward the woman I was…in love with.

Holy fuck I was in love.

I’d known I was obsessed…I’d known I was attracted…but this? This feeling inside me, like the sun rose and fell with her presence, like I couldn’t live without her…it had to be love.

My eyes widened as I took her in, devouring her perfect features. Asleep, she looked so peaceful, and a sense of pride hit me that she trusted me enough to relax like this. She was still just stirring, coming out of her deep sleep, and I took the opportunity to just…watch her.

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SLOANE

Sleep had always been my enemy. Nights were the worst—long, endless hours of tossing and turning, my mind a storm of memories and fears that wouldn’t shut off. The darkness felt suffocating, like it was pressing in from all sides, and no matter how hard I tried to escape it, I couldn’t. I hadn’t slept through a night in years. I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to rest, to wake up without that fog of exhaustion dragging me down.

But after being with Logan, everything felt different.

I didn’t realize it at first. It crept up on me, slow and subtle, unlike the way he’d forced his way into my life. I woke up, tangled in the sheets, the sunlight streaming through the window, and for the first time in as long as I could remember, I didn’t feel like a zombie.

I’d slept.

I’d actually slept.

I blinked, sitting up, rubbing my eyes like I couldn’t believe it. My heart pounded as the realization hit me—my mind had been quiet. For once I wasn’t haunted by nightmares, by the weight of everything I’d been running from.

Maybe Logan York did have some kind of magic.

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