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“No danger of that. It was the worst sex I’d ever had. You literally made zero effort and left it all to me. It was like fucking a sack of potatoes.”
She rolls her lips together, and I’m surprised steam isn’t billowing from her ears.
“Get out of my apartment, Tommy.”
I came here earlier to try and make peace with this girl; instead, all we’ve done is fuck and fight.
Should’ve seen it coming.
“Leave the food to cool completely before you add it to the freezer.” I tip my chin at the front door, which is directly ahead of me at the end of the hallway. “Not that I expect you to say thank you or anything, but later today, you can expect a delivery from an organic food market I use on the regular. If you want to stop embarrassing yourself on YouTube videos, you need to feed your body better.”
Just like earlier, Jenna battles with conflicting emotions as she stands motionless in front of me.
I step around her and grab my wallet and keys from the counter.
“You know I still hate you, right?” she says just as I reach her front door.
I pause with my hand on the handle, contemplating ignoring her altogether.
“Oh, I know,” I say, keeping my back to her the whole time. I pull the door open. “Trouble is, now you’ve fallen in love with my dick.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
JENNA
“If you pull any tighter on those laces, they’re going to snap.”
Kendra’s observation is met with my hardest steely gaze.
She swallows thickly as I continue to aggressively lace up my cleats.
“Remind me not to piss you off in practice this morning.” My best friend stands from the bench, propping one foot onto it so she can adjust her shin guard.
I release a maniacal groan.
“Do you plan on speaking today, or are you choosing silence?”
I groan again, only this time, the sound is similar to the one that rose up my throat when Tommy made me come for the third time yesterday.
I cannot believe I slept with him. I’ve been berating myself since the second I woke up in my bed to the sweet scent of curryas it filled my nostrils. He one hundred percent made that curry to piss me off and highlight how bad my eating habits were.
But, boy, can he cook.
And fuck.
And his body is?—
“I’m going to fly to the moon for a few days and meet with a new alien species. Do you want me to bring anything back from the gift shop?”
Kendra interrupts my thoughts, thumbing over her shoulder toward the locker room door.
I deadpan and come to stand in front of her, still feeling a little sore, courtesy of the Blades bad boy. “Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.”
“Oh, so you are speaking today. Welcome back to reality.”
She claps her hands together, and I know she’s not going to let my mood—or the reasoning behind it—go.
“What’s eating at you?” she asks, just as several of our teammates exit the locker room, their cleats clattering against the hard floor.
