Page 42 of Loving the Legend
He’s my dream.
I shake the thought from my head.
My dream has always been and can only ever be, chasing rings.
Still, I can’t peel my eyes away until he disappears behind the hedges. I’m sure his PR team is worth every penny, but there’s something indescribable about meeting him in real life that you just have to experience for yourself. He possesses a nourishing warmth that seeps into my bones and reminds me of what it’s like to be untethered from grief.
Later that night,my phone buzzes when I’m back at home. I pick it up and grin when I see his name. Opening the text, I find a picture of me sleeping on the couch from last night. It’s a good shot. It looks like sleep is kind to me. Something about him keeping a picture of me on his phone makes me grin like an idiot. Another message pops up.
Sid: Thanks for sleeping with me, Pretty Boy
My jaw drops. This is flirting. It has to be flirting. I almost screenshot it and send it to Adam for confirmation, but I tell myself to chill.
Me: The pleasure was mine
I slap my forehead for not stealing a picture of him in his onesie. Though I’m not sure I need it. Some things are impossible for a man to forget.
Sid: Playing basketball, opening presents, watching movies, stretching, sleeping, interviewing…
Me: ?
Sid: All the things you look pretty doing
I shoot back an eye roll emoji.
Sid: I hear I smell good in the morning.
Fishing for compliments, are we?
Me: It’s infuriating
Sid: I think you meant irresistible
I grin hard.
Me: Congrats on the W. I watched the highlights.
Sid: Thanks. I watched your highlights too. 32 points. You were amazing even w/o the W.
Me: I only care about the Ws
Sid: You’ll get ’em
Me: I’m exhausted. I don’t recommend playing on four hours of sleep.
Sid: Me too, though the night company was worth it
Me: Yeah? Mine was aight
Sid: You slept with the sexiest man alive. You call that aight?
My jaw is officially on the mattress.
“This is flirting!” I yell into the air.
Not wanting to leave him hanging, I fire back a text.
Me: I said what I said. Though technically, I slept next to arguably the sexiest man alive. I’d think I’d remember if I slept with him.
