Page 63 of Goalie Interference

Chapter 25

We don’t have to be good

Sophie

Remy got up and started to dress. My muscles tensed, relaxation leaking away. It had been a long time since I’d slept with someone outside of a relationship, and I had forgotten to keep my guard up. I’d wanted sex and he’d agreed. Which was fine. He’d helped me feel desirable, but now we had to get on with our lives.

I made sure no disappointment showed on my face. “Leaving?”

He sighed. “Beast.”

Right.I’d forgotten the dog. I checked the clock and guessed that Beast would need to pee if nothing else by this point.

He picked up his shirt and pulled it on. Then stepping into his pants, his back to me, said, “Another time it would be smarter to be at my place, so Beast isn’t a problem.”

Another time?Was that an option? Would I want that? And to be at Remy’s… The muscles tightened under his tattoo. He was expecting a no. “Does Beast behave when you have someone over?” I blurted.

He shot me a glance as he picked up his socks. “You’ve been there.”

“Yes, but, when…”

A corner of his mouth twitched. “I don’t know aboutwhen. There hasn’t been anywhensince I got him.” He balanced on one foot while he pulled on a sock, coordination I wasn’t sure I could manage. “Knowing Beast, he’d make it as awkward as possible.”

That left open a lot of possibilities. Staring, barking, trying to get involved. “You do have a door on your bedroom.”

He glanced at me again, more relaxed. “I do.”

I shrugged. “Something to keep in mind.”

“I will.”

I watched as he buttoned up his shirt, my mind spinning. Did I want to have sex with Remy again? No, the real question was would I want to do this again when I wasn’t still feeling sex hormones, because the answer was yes while those hormones were at the wheel. Remy was willing, so…

I sat up, self-conscious, and grabbed some pajamas I had nearby. I pulled them on, pretending an attractive man I’d just slept with wasn’t watching—was he?—and prepared my smile. “I’ll see you out and lock up.”

“Thanks.”

I let Remy lead the way to the door, tugging on the short bottoms of my pajamas. I tried to rehearse a proper good night, but he turned to face me before I could say anything.

A hand cupped my jaw and he pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. “Thanks for tonight. I won’t pressure you, but you know where to find me.”

He turned and walked out the door while I stared after him, finally remembering to close it.

I thought I’d toss and turn most of the night, stressing about Ollie and Dad and anything else my mind could bring up. Butonce I was back in my bed, the scent of Remy’s cologne lingering on the sheets, I fell into a deep sleep. If I dreamed, I didn’t remember it.

I woke up with Goober staring at me in disapproval. She did this every morning, so I knew it wasn’t sleeping with Remy that had upset her. Or if it was, she was more focused on getting fed than anything else. I stretched and headed for the kitchen and her food bowl. Once she was taken care of, I made coffee and toasted some bread. I curled up on the couch, enjoying the moment before I’d have to deal with the repercussions of yesterday.

My phone blared. It took me a minute to find it in the purse I’d carried last night and left near the front door. The caller stopped before I’d pulled the phone out but it immediately started to chime again.

Once I had it in my hand, it was no surprise to find Ollie’s name on the screen. I debated whether or not to answer. He’d keep calling, but I could always text that I’d speak to him later. My relaxed mood was shot though, so I went ahead and swiped.

“Good morning, Ollie.”

“What happened last night?”

My lips tightened. None of his business. “I’m fine, thanks for asking. How are you?”

He huffed. “I’m fine. Sorry. I just didn’t know you’d be there last night.”

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