Page 72 of All Too Well
Maybe we can take one together ...
No, no, we are not thinking these things. But ... you know, I am.
I clear my throat. “Well, now what?”
“Now we wait. We have an hour to eat, hang out, and rest before the next game.”
“And just how bad did you beat those girls?”
He grins. “We destroyed them.”
“Feel good about that, huh?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.
Not that my competitive edge doesn’t love a good spanking, but still. They’re a bunch of middle-aged guys beating up on college girls. I’m not sure this is where I’d want that part of my personality to shine through.
“You know, in fact, I do. You make me out to be this ancient old dude, and look at what we did.”
I nod slowly. I can see his point. “Fair enough. You guys were really good—I think. It was much better than the practices.”
“We did that for your benefit,” he lies.
I know he’s lying because Everett told me how bad that was, and they were really pissed that they couldn’t get it together.
“Oh.” I say the word as a sigh as I place my hand over myhead. “Thank God you did. I was really worried for today, but ... due to your absolute suckage the other days, I’m just ... impressed.”
He wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me back against his sweaty side. “Good. I’m rather impressive.”
“Sure, we’ll go with that.”
We make it to the tent. Everyone is sitting, eating, and talking about the game. I grab a plate, loading up with veggies, dip, and some chips. Because I eat like a twelve-year-old. The area is packed and there’s nowhere to sit, so I stand over to the side.
“Here,” Lachlan says, getting to his feet. “Sit here.”
“No, I didn’t play. You need to sit.”
“Or just let her sit on your lap,” Killian suggests.
“Right, let her just sit with you,” Miles piles on.
Not wanting to let on that this is even a little uncomfortable, I say, “I’ll just stand. It’s fine.”
Lachlan shakes his head. “Stop, come sit. It’s not a big deal.”
Yeah. No. Not a big deal at all. In fact, it’s such a small deal, it’s not even a deal. Nothing to see. Nothing to think about.
I walk over, because if I do protest, they’ll all think it matters. So I smile and sigh as I sit on his leg.
His very strong leg.
I turn to look at him with a stern face. “I swear, if you do anything stupid like bounce your knee and make me drop food, I’ll cut your balls off in your sleep.”
The guys burst out laughing, and then the conversation turns to the game. We sit here, and they explain more of the rules. Really, the rules are crazy. The disc must always be moving forward. They can’t pass it backward, and the referee on the field is really just for show, because they call the penalties. The other team can argue it or accept it, and most times they just accept, unless it’s blatant they’re trying to screw each other.
The referee is there to sort of mediate, I guess. Regardless, dude is getting an awesome cardio workout.
As we sit here, the awkward feeling of being on his knee stops being awkward. I move so that I can see the guys better, whichmeans my legs are draped over the side of the chair and I’m leaning into the crook of his arm.
Lachlan moves a little, and his hand rests on the top of my thigh.
