Page 47 of Honey Undone
“Back to the fact that the fuckboypicked, beautiful soul to mark our girl with on a first date,” Kaia sounded as impressed as she was pissed off. Her voice dipping into swooning territory just as quick as it rebounded into possessive.
“He could have picked his name,” Cosy shrugged, pulling my leg toward her so she could get a better look. “And it looks well done.”
“It’s extremely hot,” Rhea agreed, “if I had a man chasing me around calling me pretty French pet names, I’d probably submit to anything—”
“Anything?” Kaia perked up.
“Okay, notthat,” Rhea said, looking scared. There was clearly a story there that neither of them wanted to share. I’d ask about it later because the look on Rhea’s face was pure, unbridled disgust mixed with terror.
“So you didn’t even have sex?” Sunday asked, her brows dipping together a little confused.
“He was a perfect gentleman and refused because I had too much gin,” I pouted.
“How the hell did you manage to screw up a booty call with a fuckboy?” Kaia asked, her dark hair blowing around in a messy ponytail.
“That’s just it, he’s not… well he is but he’s also…” I trailed off trying to explain.
“An absolute simp?” Sunday asked with a smile.
“Who taught you that term?” Rhea scowled at Sunday, who hilariously was about half her person and the complete opposite in every way.
“Daisy sends me Tik Toks,” Sunday laughed.
“That is it though, I expected to be fighting for my life to keep my clothes on and instead…” I shrugged. “He wanted to do things right and I’m not complaining but there’s so much going on that I don’t think getting involved with someone who’s life is so tied into the soil of Harbor is smart.”
“You’re so fucked,” Kaia started to laugh but her eyes softened.
“This was supposed to be a fling and now it doesn’t feel like one,” I almost whined the words because of the frustration building. “This is your fault!”
“How do you know he doesn’t just want to build a connection?” Sunday asked innocently.
“A connection still feels like attachment,” I said. “Love is stupid. This is stupid! He was just supposed to help me relax and fuck my brains out and now I’m laying on the ground in the middle of rugby practice contemplating my entire fucking life. What the hell happened?” I started to panic and felt like at a moment's notice I might start to cry.
“Get up.” Cosy demanded.
“What?” I sighed, my entire body reacting.
“Get off your ass,” she said, standing up and throwing the ball at me.
“Cosy,” Kaia tried to interject and got tossed a dirty look.
“Run it again.” Cosy dropped into stance when Coach blew the whistle and Rhea stood back, letting her take position as my partner. I stared at her for help but she just shrugged her shoulders.
I was in for it.
Cosy surged forward and I protected the ball as she pushed me into the hard ground without remorse. I rolled the ball out to Sunday who gave me a whimper of sympathy.
“Do it again, don’t get caught this time,” Cosy grumbled and pulled me off the ground.
“We’re running ground drill, Cosy not—”
My excuses were silenced by her glare.
Coach blew the whistle again and I stumbled over my own two feet before Cosy caught my hip, wrapping me up and pushing me back until I was in the dirt again. I slammed the ball down and rose to my feet as she yelled at me to do it again.
I understood her motives. Out here all that mattered was our dedication to each other.
My chest was pounding with short breaths as the whistle blew. I was more prepared that time, shifting off my left foot and narrowly avoiding her grasp while pushing forward out of her reach. I laughed hard, expelling all the pent up energy out of my body with a funny little scream.
