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I check my phone and see that Ben has responded to my message with his signature thumbs up emoji. Rolling my eyes, I’m about to set the phone down when it vibrates in my hands.
Foster: Sup?
If you had told me last week that my most active text chain would be with Foster James, I would never have believed you. But here we are.
Beth: Looking for something to watch on tv. You?
Foster: Beating your brother senseless at cards
I grin at the phone, shaking my head. Ben never had much of a poker face. Not that he’s ever needed one, seeing as people tend to give him whatever he wants.
I start scrolling through the channel menu one section at a time. There really is nothing on and I wonder if Foster has any streaming services. I’m just about to give up when I notice I’m now in adult programming. I start reading the titles squealing with all the maturity of an adolescent boy when I find the holiday-themed ones.
Guy Hard
Hard for the Holidays
The Boner Express
I’m still laughing when another message comes in.
Foster: Find anything?
Beth: You have an insane amount of channels
Foster: And I only watch two of them
Beth: Are they porn channels? Because whoa that’s a lot of porn channels
Maybe I shouldn’t have sent that. I feel like Foster and I are becoming friends, but it’s a new friendship for sure.
Foster: No. Weather and SportsNet
Foster: I only watch the porn channels for the articles
Beth:
The man is too many things. No one should be allowed to be that handsome, thoughtful, and funny. It’s simply not fair. It’s a threat to the delicate balance of our society.
Foster: Guys are threatening to take my phone. Have a good night.
Beth: You too.
I set down my phone and flop onto my back on the couch. My cheeks are warm to the touch and I’m a bit breathless from laughing. I feel a bit giddy over Foster texting me just to see how my night is going.
Don’t read into it,I tell myself. He was probably just checking in to make sure I haven’t burned down his house.
Desperate for a distraction, I grab the remote again and start flipping until I find myself on a local channel showing sports highlights. And who do they feature on his way to the locker room before last night’s game?
My roommate.
Foster’s expression is serious as he walks in looking gorgeous in his black suit. His teammate, Will Oliver says something to him before starting to laugh, but Foster doesn’t join in, just offers a small smile while avoiding looking at the cameras surrounding him.
The sportscaster starts talking about his stats, but I’mtoo busy thinking about the man behind the gear to pay any attention.
Annoyingly, I’m still thinking about him as I wash my face and brush my teeth. Even as I climb into my comfy bed I can’t stop picturing his rare, unguarded smiles or the way his voice sounds when it says my name.
CHAPTER 10
