Page 118 of Scoring the Player
“Oh. Simba okay?”
I pick up the phone and try to hand it to him, but he raises his fingers, sticky from biting off a piece of the glazed apricot. “8642.” He tells me the code.
I unlock his phone, and my fingers clench tightly around it as I look down at the screen. “So, you’re fucking.”
His brow furrows. “What?”
I toss him his phone. “Why is he sending you a thirst-trap photo?”
He flips it over and stares at the photo. “That is not a thirst trap. He always sends a pic of Simba.”
“Yeah, okay. That pic is 90 percent side piece and 10 percent Simba.”
Salem
I shake my head. Though itisodd that Josiah is wearing my favorite hoodie again.
“He just finished pressing your draws to his nose while he jerked off in your bed.”
I stifle a laugh. “Stop.”
“He’s trying to be Mr. Jones.”
He’s cute like this. “Well”—I shrug—“someone should be.” I laugh, catching the spoon he wings at my head.
“I’m just saying.” I set my phone down and lean forward until he’s flat on his back and I’m hovering over him. “Has a nice ring, doesn’t it?” I brush a kiss against his lips.
“I leave you downstairs for five minutes at Anaïs’s, and a yoga instructor moves in.” He glares. “What’s wrong with you?”
I brush a kiss against the corner of his mouth. “If Josiah’s my side piece, what does that make you?”
His face flushes as he digests his own words. I haven’t pushed him about being exclusive, but I don’t know…sometimes, he tells on himself. Other times, the fog in his eyes tells me to proceed with caution.
I’ll wait.
I can wait.
Until the ache of not having him to myself becomes too much to manage.
He yawns as I pull back from kissing him.
“Tired?”
“Nope.”
“Come here.” I scoot back until I’m leaning against the couch and extend my arm.
He shifts up to join me, settling into the crook of my arm.
We finish eating while enjoying the crackle of the fire.
When he yawns a third time, I offer, “We can head up to bed.”
“Nooo, not yet.” The weight of his body against mine grows heavier, making me smirk. “I need to know things.”
“About?”
“You.”
