Page 41 of Loving the Legend
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You should be proud. Bet the ladies are pleased.”
I’m not prepared for Sid commenting on my dick size at the crack of dawn on, like, three and a half hours of sleep.
“Yeah, ladies,” I mutter while bending forward to get a kink out of my back.
He raises one eyebrow. “Or men?”
Fuck! I’m really not prepared for this.
“Married to the game right now. Remember?”
He hums.
I remain silent. Silence is good.
“You know, if you weren’t str…”
His voice trails off as our heads swivel toward the approaching footsteps. Leslie emerges, looking bright-eyed.
“Morning, gents! Mr. Washington, ready to go?”
“Morning, Leslie. Give me fifteen minutes? Need to get cleaned up and pack real quick.”
“Take your time,” Leslie replies.
Before I head upstairs, I glance back at Sid and find him watching me.
“How was Christmas?” I hear him ask Leslie as I run up the stairs.
I rush to get myself together, intent on not being late to practice. As I leave my bedroom with my bags in hand, Sid emerges from his room looking fresh-faced.
“Here, give me one of those,” he says, retrieving one of my bags.
Leslie meets us at the bottom of the staircase and takes the bags out to the car.
“Sorry to have woken you up so early.”
“It’s all good. I’ll probably read until I crash. I don’t have practice for a few hours.”
“Good luck against New York later,” I bid him.
“Thanks. Not sure I need it,” he jokes. Their roster is weak this season.“Good luck against Cleveland.”
“Thanks. Tell your family I said goodbye. I enjoyed spending time with them.”
“You’ll see them again,” he says in his prescient way.
I grin at that. We stand facing each other for a few more seconds.
“Well…peace then,” I say, slipping my hands in my pockets.
“Yeah,” he replies, leaning in slightly, or maybe it’s my imagination. “Have a safe flight.” He steps back to let me pass.
I climb into the back seat and turn to glance at the house. Sid’s leaning against his front door, arms and legs crossed, watching me. The sun highlights the incline of his cheekbone and the blade of his jaw. His sexy gaze is penetrating as he nibbles on his bottom lip.
Fuck my life.
He’s such a wet dream.
