Page 127 of Scoring the Player

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“Blue, let it happen.”

“Aww, you have a nickname for him?” she cooed.

I grinned, and Blue blushed.

“Who let the two of you loose on Philadelphia?” I asked.

“I crash his road games a few times a year,” she replied, bouncing over his shoulder as he walked them back to what I guessed was their room.

“Which I’m starting to regret,” he said, offloading her with a soft thump. “I’ll be back. Order food, demon.”

“Salem, I’m DMing you now for us to grab dinner when I’m back,” she called.

“It’s a date,” I replied as Blue rolled his eyes and shut the door. “Stop frowning. I’ll always like you more than anyone else.”

His blush returned.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” His eyes widened as they darted right, and then his fingers flew through his curls.

“I’ve already seen you.” I snickered. “You’re sexy messy.”

He tugged on his bottom lip. “What are you doing?”

“Just got to my room. You wanna tell me what that was about?”

He joined the two rips of his collar and tried to pat them back together as he said, “It was nothing.”

“About next week…”

He glared at me. “You’re canceling?”

“Nah. Just three weeks feels like a year sometimes, doesn’t it?”

Brows easing, a faint grin ghosted the corner of his lips. “Yeah. Like five years.”

“Wow!” My jaw hung open. “Five years.”

“Shut up.”

“Nah, you can’t take it back.”

“Oh god.”

“How do you even focus, missing me so much?”

“I’m hanging up.”

I leaned back, scooting down until my neck hit the pillow. “I miss you times five years too.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t try to hide the spread of a smile.

“I heard you’re cooking for us this time,” I continued.

“Fuck you.”

I laughed. “Okay, let me let you get back to my new bestie.”

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