Page 226 of The Surprise Play
He’s everything I’m not.
Maybe that’s why she’s into him.
I sigh, groaning into my hands and hating myself for even obsessing over this. We’ve been broken up since New Year’s, and the last couple of weeks, I’ve started to feel more like myself again, like I’m moving on. And then I have to round the corner and find them practically dry humping against the building wall.
Teah’s eyes were closed, her head tipped back, this sexy-ass look on her face while Macalister ate at her neck like…
“Like a fucking vampire,” I seethe.
How the fuck did he get her under his spell?
The guy’s a complete asshole, and I’m?—
Growling, I shoot to my feet and start pacing the room.
I’m good. I’m sensible. I’m the guy everyone can rely on. Mr. Fix-It. The tech-man.
Mr. Fucking Boring!
Punching the air with another growl, I pace around like a caged tiger until I can’t handle it anymore.
I need to go for a run.
I’ve been doing that a lot lately, burning off my energy with sprints through the snow-lined streets. I blast my music and get lost in the rhythm of my breathing.
It helps.
At least I think it does.
As the sky turns dark, I pound the pavement, dodging visions of Teah and Mac doing the dirty in every position imaginable. I’m about to lose my fucking mind when I dart out onto the road, lights flashing over me just before the squeal of brakes and a loud horn blast.
I jump out of the way, raising my hand in apology, my heart pounding.
Shit. I nearly got hit by a fucking car.
Slowing to a walk, I try to rein in my reckless emotions and use some common sense.
I can’t let a girl control me this way anymore. Teah’s lived rent-free in my head for too long, and although I can’t imagine her shifting out anytime soon, the least I can do is move her into a back corner.
It’s what I’d been naturally doing until I saw her this afternoon.
Sucking in a few deep breaths, I rest my hands on my hips and walk back to Football Frat. By the time I reach the front door, my heart rate has dropped back to normal,and I climb the stairs, determined not to let my night be ruined by one woman.
The woman I’d wondered if I might marry.
The one who’d stolen my heart with zero effort.
Shit, I was a romantic sap. I can’t let myself get snared again so easily.
“Never,” I grit out as I pull out my earbuds and kick off my running shoes.
Whipping off my shirt and socks, I dump them in the hamper, then peel off my running shorts and underwear, wrapping a towel around my waist before heading to the bathroom. I’m so busy lathering myself in self-talk and reprimands that I don’t even notice the bar of light under the doorway.
The bathroom isn’t locked, and I burst in, flicking the door closed behind me.
I’m not even aware of anybody else in here until I notice the steamy mirror, then glance right to spot a completely naked woman shaving her legs. Her foot is resting against the bathtub, and I bulge my eyes at her.
Oh fuck. It’s Blake.
