Page 43 of More Than A Game

Sabrina

I’ve just climbed into my bed on Thursday night when my phone pings, alerting me to a new text. I swear to God, if it’s the girls again, I might kill them all.

Murphy:Hey, Princess...What’cha wearing?

Sabrina:Pajamas. I’m in bed.

Murphy:The ones with the little crown?

Sabrina:Nope. It’s cold in here tonight. I’m in flannel PJs. Nothing sexy.

Murphy:I doubt that.

Sabrina:How was your practice?

Murphy:Fucking sucked. My arm isn’t 100 percent yet, so I got pulled today for non-contact drills.

Sabrina:When do you leave?

Murphy:Tomorrow morning. We’ll do a walk-thru when we get to the stadium tomorrow afternoon.

I see the dots which means he’s typing. They start then stop multiple times before my phone rings, and I see Murphy is FaceTiming me. Swiping right, I’m greeted with his handsome face in the low light of what I now know is his bedroom. His green baseball hat is sitting backward on his head, and those mossy-green eyes are sparkling back at me.

“Princess.” God, that voice does things to me.

I’m suddenly nervous. Why does he make me feel like a schoolgirl? “Hey.”

“It was easier to call than keep texting. Plus, this way, I get to see the non-sexy pajamas. Show me.”

I shake my head but do as I am told and angle my phone down my body. I’m wearing my favorite flannel pajamas. They’re white with red cherries and tiny black dots. Cute, but I wouldn’t call them sexy.

“If I were there, you wouldn’t need flannel to keep you warm.”

“Nope.” I make sure to pop the “p”. I suck at flirting in person, and I think I may be even worse over the phone.

“If I was there, you wouldn’t have on all those clothes either.”

“Promises, promises. Less talking, Murph. More showing.” There. That was better.

“Tell me what you’re wearing under that flannel, Princess.”

“Umm...Nothing?” Shit. I never sleep in underwear. And what woman wears a bra to bed? God, I take that off the second I walk into my room. Find me any woman with full C’s that likes wearing a bra.

Murphy licks his lips. “Take your pants off for me.”

I feel the flush rise from my chest to my cheeks immediately, but for a reason unknown to me, I place my phone on the bed and kick off my pajama bottoms. Shifting back so I’m leaning against the wall, I grab the phone and get situated.

“Good girl.” He adjusts himself slightly, and it sounds like the covers rustle beneath him.

“Murphy?”

“Yeah, Princess?”

I swallow before answering. “Will you take your shirt off for me?”

He gives me that sexy lopsided grin of his. “Anything for you.” His shirt is gone in my next inhale, and then so is my breath. Sweet Jesus, he really is gorgeous. His chest has a dusting of reddish-brown hair that covers the most exquisite muscles I’ve ever seen. “I’m not gonna ask you to take your shirt off tonight, Sabrina. I want to do that in person. But I want you to unbutton the top two buttons for me.”

I push down the nerves I’m feeling as I undo my top buttons.

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