Page 85 of Scoring the Player
“Normally, I don’t. But you see, I haven’t had my dick sucked that spectacularly since…well, never. Maybe uncontrollable laughter’s a side effect.”
The crease in his brow disappears as he rolls his lips. Whatever grin he’s holding in fails to hide his dimples. “Cillian threatened to make me sniff almonds.”
I huff out a laugh.Of course he did.
“What does it mean?”
“Cyanide.”
“Ah.” He stops walking. “That’s your whip?”
“Nah, this is me.” I point to the Prius next to it.
“Oh, my ba?—”
I point my fob at my Maserati, and the matte-black butterfly doors expand. “Kidding.”
“How?” His eyes bulge. “This is the MC20 Cielo Paradiso supercar with the Nettuno V6? The final collab with Sakamoto? They only made, like, a hundred. And they sold out in under three minutes.”
“Yeah. You alright?”
“I don’t know.” He swallows. “I’m either having a heart attack or falling in love.”
“It’s love. Kairis has that effect.”
He sucks in a breath. “You watchExosphere?”
My middle finger curls to meet my thumb, and I turn my wrist to make a sideways E. “Animo Cursum Astra.”
“Yooo!” he exclaims as I recite the show’s slogan. “I’ve been trying to get Sid and the—One sec.” His brows furrow as he reaches into his jeans, pulls out his phone, and stares at the lit-up screen. He accepts the call. “You good?” he asks into the phone.
I start to step back to give him space but hold when he says, “Hey, hey,what’s wrong?”
My pulse kicks up as he blinks rapidly, and I step closer, resting my hand on his arm.
“I’m on my way.” He shakes his head. “Nah. I’m coming. Meet you at home or the hospital? Okay. Be right there.”
“What happened?” I ask as he hangs up.
“I need to get to Prospect Heights. Can you drop me?”
I’m already leading us to the car. “Who was that?”
“My sister, Anaïs.”
“Is she sick?”
His nod is spacey.
“Is it serious?” I ask.
“Inflammatory disease. She’s supposed to have surgery for it in a few weeks, but the monthly flare-ups are excruciating.”
“Damn.”
Once he locks his seat belt, I pull out quickly.
“We were gonna grab breakfast before I fly out tomorrow,” he says, biting his nails as he stares out the passenger side window.
