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Me: Call me when you get home. I’ve had a bad day.
My phone rings and I chuckle. “Yeah?”
“What’s wrong?” Her voice is breathy and concerned. It makes my cock twitch in my grip.
“I played like shit. Coach is mad as hell.”
“Oh, Hudson,” she murmurs. Someone says something to her and she explains she has to take an important call. The music becomes muted and I hear a door shut. “That’s better. This party is lame anyway. I’d rather talk to you. Tell me what happened.”
I tell her every shitty play and she listens quietly.
“And then I was researching some stuff…” I trail off. “It just put me in a bad mood.”
“So you wanted to hear my voice to cheer you up?” she teases.
“You’re the only voice who cheers me up.”
“How are you and Amy?”
My cock softens in my hand and I groan. “We talk here and there. She went out on a date with a guy named Blake.”
Rylie snorts. “Ew. She told you about her date?”
“I think she was trying to make me jealous,” I admit.
“Were you?”
“I should be. I should be trying to repair what I broke.”
“But…” she probes.
Normally, I change the subject and guide us to simpler topics. Ever since the night I had to tell her we couldn’t be together like we both obviously wanted, I’ve been going crazy. Exactly what I’m not supposed to think about isallI think about. It had me so distracted during my game that I fucked that up and pissed off my coach.
“Do you think about that night a lot?”
She lets out a ragged breath. “All the time.”
“Me too.”
Silence fills the air for a long pause.
“I wanted it, Huds. I wanted to have sex with you.”
“I did too,” I whisper.
“I still want it.”
“We can’t,” I tell her, hoping I sound firm, but my voice quakes.
“I wish we could. I could probably get Travis to take my virginity, but I don’t love him. He’d probably—”
I explode with fury. “You’re not fucking Travis,” I snap. “Never, Rylie. Got it?”
“Okay,” she agrees softly. “That night you and I had felt so good. How can something that feels good be considered bad? Why do people care who we love? We’re not hurting anyone.”
“It’s not that simple,” I groan, letting my eyes fall shut. I stroke my cock, trying to mimic the way she did it. “Everything is so fucking complicated.”
“I’m touching myself, Huds,” she murmurs. “Just talking to you…I get so…” A soft moan escapes her and it makes my cock jerk in my fist.
