Page 122 of The Deception You Weave
"Sweet dreams," I whisper, assuming she's already fallen back asleep seeing as she's not watching me. I drop a kiss to her head and make my way to the door.
"Kane?" she whispers before I pull the door open.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Go easy on Luc. He's struggling with more than just the shit with you."
I stare at her for a beat. She's here. She's in my bed. And she'll be waiting for me to come back. I've got exactly what he wants. Maybe it is time to let shit lie.
"Anything you want, Princess."
"Well, I'd like you to be friends, but one step at a time, yeah?"
"Probably for the best."
I slip out of the room, allowing her to rest. Hell knows we didn't get a lot of sleep when we finally got back here last night.
Part of me wanted to pull over down a dark road and take care of her request for me to fuck her on the hood of my car again but ensure she screamed my fucking name this time but I decided against it. I needed her in a bed, again and again after the way she teased me all night with that tiny black dress and the possibility of nothing being under it. I discovered that there actually were a pair of panties beneath, although they were so small it was debatable if they counted.
Unsurprisingly, I'm the last to enter the locker room after not being able to rip myself away from Letty.
Both Luca and Leon look straight over at me when I rush through the door but neither say anything, instead they take off in the opposite direction to begin warming up.
"Good night?" Zayn asks.
"Yeah, thanks, man. You?"
"Drinks with the guys."
I rip my hoodie off, change my sneakers, and follow the others toward the gym.
"Legend, a word," Coach barks as I pass his office.
"Yes, sir," I say, slipping into the room and dropping into the chair in front of his desk.
"How are you feeling?"
"Great, actually. I was hoping to talk to you about Saturday."
"You're not playing. Doctor’s orders."
"Coach," I say, scrubbing my hand down my face. "I'm fine. Honestly."
"I need you in top form, Legend. I know what you can do, and I want one-hundred percent."
"You'll get it."
"Next week."
"No, come on, Coach. Please. I've worked too fucking hard to be benched." I try to argue but I can tell from the hard set of his face that it's not going to work.
"Get your ass out there and prove it to me then."
I'm up before he's finished talking and at the door.
I put everything I have into our session trying to prove that I'm back on form, even if I know on the inside that I'm not. Like fuck am I letting anyone else see that.
By the time I get back to the house, just one look at the stairs makes my muscles ache.
