Page 66 of Three Pucking Words
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While everybody elsecelebrates our victory in the hotel bar, I’m in my room videochatting with Gemma until she ditches me for some kids’ movie that holds her attention better. I’m not offended. It’s late, and our back-to-back game schedule means we’ve been on the go since leaving New York two days ago. I’m exhausted, pent up, and a slew of other things.
What I should do is stay in my room and get some much-needed sleep since we’re supposed to be on a plane at the ass crack of dawn to head home tomorrow. That isn’t what I do, though.
There are only two other people that I know who aren’t downstairs drinking, and one of them has a room three doors down from me. I knock on Honor’s door with a handful of snacks I snatched from the vending machine by the elevators.
She’s hesitant to answer, probably checking the peephole and wondering what I’m doing here after unintentionally giving her the silent treatment on the plane.
But when she does…
God damn.
Maye this was a bad idea.
Because the first thing I see is legs.
Two bare legs exposed in a pair of plaid pajama shorts that are bordering indecent. I’ve never considered myself a sock man, but the knee-highs she’s in do something to me.
They do alot.
My voice comes out raspier than I want it to when I say, “Do you normally answer the door wearing that?”
I’m almost afraid to lift my gaze up to her face. Not only because I’m blatantly checking her out, but because I don’t trust what my eyes will do when they graze past her chest.
And—yep.I’m sporting a semi the second I see the faded Rangers tee she’s wearing. It’s the same one she had on the day we met at the aquarium. Except she was wearing a bra then, and she is most certainlynotwearing one now.
Honor doesn’t call me out for staring because her focus is on the various bags of snacks I’m cradling. “I have a rule. Once my pajamas are on, nothing can get me to take them off.”
That sounds like a challenge I want nothing more than to accept. The only thing sexier than her in those little shorts is seeing what they look like being peeled down her thighs.
Honor has no idea what’s going through my head, which is probably a good thing. “I just saw you eat almost an entire pizza by yourself,plushalf a dozen wings, two garlic knots, and three of Sebastian’s mozzarella sticks. How do you have room for all ofthat?”
I’m still thinking about what it would look like if I bent her over the side of the bed in nothing but those knee highs whenI realize I need to reply. Clearing my throat, I adjust the bags of chips in my arms. “I’m a growing boy who burns at least two thousand calories a game. Trust me, I’ve got room for a few more things.”
I’ve got room for a lot,I almost add without food on my mind.
“Can I come in?” is what I say instead.
Her grip remains on the door. “Why aren’t you celebrating with everyone else?”
I’d heard Doberman invite her to join them, and I nearly bit his head off. He was probably just being nice since the guys were making plans on when and where to meet while she was walking with us, but still. I don’t like anyone making a move on Honor. I don’t like them looking at her or thinking they have a chance. They don’t. Not a chance in hell. Not if I can help it.
“Didn’t feel like it,” I explain casually. She’s the only person I want to spend time with, but I’m not sure she’s ready to hear that. “I was thinking we could watch a movie instead.”
She blinks at me.
“Together,” I add, as if she isn’t sure what I mean. I lift the food in my arms higher. “I’ve got snacks. And there are sodas in my back pocket.”
I turn to show her the two cans of Pepsi I managed to stuff into the pocket of my jeans.
When I turn around, I give her a hopeful smile. Her eyes are still on the lower half of me. Except now, they’re on the minor bulge that I sincerely hope my jeans are hiding. The second she realizes what she’s doing, she snaps her head up with pink tinted cheeks.
I don’t teaser her for it. “So…movie?”
She nibbles her bottom lip and shifts her weight from one foot to the other. Damn do I really like those socks. I’m a legman. And an ass man. And a boob man. I’m an everything that involves a beautiful woman kind of man.
“I didn’t think…” She stops herself. “You seemed upset with me after we talked about Max. I thought I said or did something.”
