Page 7 of Honey Undone
“How dare you expect Sunny to keep a secret,” Rhea said, and kicked my cleat with her own. “Spill.”
“He’s a guy, he’s cute,” I said, picking at the tape and not making eye contact as I fought to keep my voice neutral.
“The bullshit pouring from her lips right now,” Rhea scoffed and slapped Kaia on the shoulder. “You're beet red and can’t make eye contact!”
“It’s Jensen,” Kaia said.
“Snitch,” I hissed.
Kaia laughed, unbothered by the insult and continued to press the tape flat to Rhea’s tanned skin. When she was finished she looked down at the jersey in the grass.
“You have to call him eventually,” she said, “you made a bet and lost.”
“Wait back up,” Rhea said with a smile, “a bet?”
“She bet him that he couldn’t pull off a game-winning run with a bunt and shelost.” Kaia pushed the jersey closer to me. “And when he tried to get her name and number, she froze up like a deer in headlights.”
“I did not,” I defended myself.
Kaia’s breath quickened and her eyes widened like she was nervous.
“Shut up.” I shoved her shoulder and set the tape down. “I don’t have time for that kind of shit,” I said simply. “I need to focus on this, on the team.”
“The team needs to focus on getting you a date,” Kaia argued.
“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” I laughed.
“I’m a terrible listener,” Kaia said.
“Have you texted him?” Sunday joined the conversation, standing with her arms crossed behind Rhea.
“No,” I said, “a pretty boy is not a priority right now you guys.”
“You’re selling him short,” Kaia purred, “he’s fucking gorgeous.”
“Unhelpful,” I frowned at her and she flashed a wide smile that crinkled at the corners of her eyes.He in fact was the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen.
“So you’re just going to leave him hanging?” Rhea pushed off the grass with her fingers and rolled into a stretch that would warm her thighs and calves.
“Do you think he’s ahanger?” Kaia whispered, and used her hands to mimic a dick swinging between her legs.
“Easy way to turn a six into a ten.” Sunday noted.
“He’s at least an eight,” Kaia sounded offended for me.
“He’d be cuter blonde.” She shrugged her tiny shoulders. Sunday was built for speed. She was the only player on the team faster than me,even though Kaia would argue against that with her dying breath,her legs made up eighty percent of her body and it showed. When she found a pocket it was very rare that the opposing team caught her before she scored a try.
“Not everyone wants to date someone that would pass for their sibling, Sunday,” Kaia clipped at her.
“Ew,” Sunday pretended to gag. “Whatever. Text him, he’s cute and from what I’ve heard all those baseball boys fuck like animals.”
“She’s right,” Kaia said. “Last summer, when me and Christian were on that break, I got drunk and fucked Louis, the second basemen?”
“I remember…” I said to her with a sigh.
“You think dirty talk is hot? Wait until you hear it in a different language,” Kaia faked a dramatic moan.
“What does that have to do with me?” I swallowed tightly, staring down at the jersey. I tried to hide it but the memory of him jogging up the stairs, sweaty and glistening under the lights of the stadium, was burned into my brain. Every muscle tight from overuse and his stomach taut from breathing heavy.
