Page 183 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

When he’s gone, I can’t help but sigh and close my eyes as my head falls back against the lockers.

He knows.

He’s okay with it.

The guys know I had a crush on Jayce in the past.

They were also okay with it.

Marcus noticed Damien and me flirting.

He was okay with it.

Fuck.

Puck.

Everyone is okay with the idea of me liking more than one person.

It feels too easy.

As if all those years guessing ‘what if’ was all for nothing because those who matter actually want the best for me and are accepting of such a reality.

It seems like a dream come true, especially on a night like tonight with the high of the winning game.

To the idea of being more open with the team that respects me as captain.

“Fuck,” I whisper to myself as it all sinks in. “I really am getting everything I wanted.”

The creak of the door opening doesn’t push me to open my eyes.

One of the guys or maybe Wyatt is here for laundry, but I can’t be bothered to open my eyes at this moment. I’d rather feign being asleep than talk or strike up a conversation. I just want to settle into these emotions of bliss, gratitude, and acceptance while it’s raw and intense.

The touch on my cheek makes me open my eyes just slightly.

Enough to see my Heartbreaker Queen.

I wonder if this is legit or if this is a hallucination of reality. Here’s my Baby Girl, gently stroking my cheek in the locker room after the end of our first winning game.

“Sorry,” she whispers. “Did I wake you?”

Her touch.

Her tender voice.

The loving expression on her face is doing crazy things to me.

“No,” I croak out a reply, but my lazy eyes are just taking in my Baby Girl.

Sporting my specific jersey.

Out of the entire stadium, she’s the only one wearing my numbered jersey on her sexy body. I can only imagine how many people noticed.

Imagine it going viral.

Everyone had no choice but to acknowledge my girl wearing my jersey.

Including Jayce.

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