Page 130 of There's No Us Without You
Once I got the taste of her, there was no going back.
Sure, it’s fucked up she used me. She got me good. I never saw it coming.
All of that was before, though. Before we got to know each other, and I believe her when she says she never meant to hurt me.
Who knew Carter was so wise? If it wasn’t for him talking me down yesterday, things with Eden could have gone very differently.
There’s only one other person I need to make things right with, and that’s Will. Starting with an apology. One he deserves, seeing as I’ve been avoiding him since kissing him Monday night.
My phone rings, so I lean over the side of the bed to pick my pants up from the floor and pull it out of the back pocket.
Bloody Carter, what does he want now?
I press the green button and put the phone on speaker. “What now, dude? I’m busy.”
Carter huffs out a laugh. “Well, whatever it is, I hope it’s more important than the team meeting you’re supposed to be at right now.”
Fuck. I totally forgot about that.
“Oh, shit!” I jump out of bed, careful not to put too much weight on my left knee. I haven’t taken my meds yet, so I limp my way to the chest of drawers and snatch out a clean pair of black training shorts. “I’m on my way. Is Coach pissed?”
“When isn’t he pissed? That’s his entire personality.”
“True.” With the phone now pressed between my shoulder and ear, I shove my legs into my shorts and hike them over my hips. “Cover for me. I’ll be fifteen minutes.”
“You owe me,” Carter says, before hanging up.
I’m so dead. Coach is going to skin me alive. I’ve never been late for anything before, but what’s worse is I totally fucking forgot.
Where is my head at the moment?
It’s not just my infatuation with Will and Eden. It’s the drugs, I know that much. But what the fuck else am I supposed to do right now?
I snatch a T-shirt from the end of my bed and give it a quick sniff to make sure it’s clean. It smells okay, so I shove it over my head and glance around my room.
It looks like a bomb went off in here. I can’t remember the last time I made my bed. Or washed my sheets. I’m surprised I never noticed yesterday when I decided to choose Eden over my career.
There’s no time to reflect on the fact I’m becoming a slob. I’ll sort that out later because I needed to be out of this house at least half an hour ago. Instead, I was coming down from the high of one of the best blow jobs I’ve ever received.
Damn that mouth . . .
Focus, dickhead.
I shove my phone into my pocket and go in search of my sports bag.
If Will sees the state of my room, he’ll know something is up, so I make sure to close my door on my way out, then limp down the stairs to grab my bag by the door. Double checking I’m alone, I duck down the hall and into the guest bathroom.
With my sport bag now sitting on the vanity, I snatch the packet of oxy out and tip two pills into my hand before shoving them in my mouth and swallowing them down. They get lodgedin my throat, so I turn the tap on and cup a handful of water to help the pills go down easier.
Their bitter taste lingers on the back of my tongue, making me gag. So I take another mouthful of water, then grab a spare toothbrush and toothpaste to scrub the taste away.
My face is pale, even after the orgasm Eden gave me, so I splash some cold water on it and head back out.
Will is now seated at the island bench, scrolling through his phone, his bare back to me.
His muscles tense under his tattooed skin, making my dick twitch. What the fuck? God, that’s all I need right now—confusing fucking feelings.
But I can do this. He’s my best friend, for Christ’s sake, and I need to untie my knickers and deal with the mess I’ve made.
