Page 110 of Wrong Pucking Player

Opening my eyes, I realize I’m lying down, my body lying on the side parallel to the door. Not seeing Andrews sitting at the desk writing notes of some kind makes me frown, but I dismiss my emotions just to glance over and confirm whether I’m still attached to the IV Andrews had attached to me earlier.

Then I realize where Andrews is.

She didn’t leave.

Instead, she’s crossed-legged on the medical bed with me, her eyes closed, almost as if she’s meditating. As for where I play a role in all of this, my head is resting in her lap that cradles a little pillow between the crossed opening of her legs.

I can’t figure out how much time has passed, but a mere glimpse of the clock on the desk states it’s five p.m.

Practice finished at two, which means I’ve been here for three hours.

I hadn’t felt that tired, not enough to sleep so soundly.It’s interesting to acknowledge because this seems to be the second time I’ve been able to sleep soundlessly when around Andrews. Without her in my presence, I deal with insomnia and even nightmares.

“Andrews?” I croak her name as quietly as I can, wondering whether she’s asleep.

Her eyes flutter open after a few seconds, and those shimmering blue eyes look so serene and peaceful.

“Hey,” she greets me with a small smile. “How are you feeling?”

“Well rested.” That’s the truth. “The meeting?”

“Right,” she begins. “I called Katherine to let her know you weren’t feeling too hot after practice and that we should postpone things ‘til Friday afternoon. You have a gym session with the team in prep for your first game on the weekend, so after lunch, we can go to the suites. Leo is off that day, and Oliver said he’d make time.”

I roll my eyes at the Oliver comment because the man wasn’t doing much at all.

Aside from stalking his best friend’s younger sister because he’s her ‘part-time’ bodyguard.

For now…

“He’s just acting nice ‘cause you’re involved. If you weren’t here, they would have a meeting without me,” I conclude. “He just likes you.”

“Like as in approves of me?” Andrews clarifies. “A different like from your like.”

“He’s not into you.”

“Now you’re contradicting yourself,” she teases with a sly grin that forms on her pink lips.

Fuck. I want to kiss those lips.

Staring down at me with those stunning eyes and the way her blonde locks curtain her face, she looks hot.

“He doesn’t like you the way I do,” I defend.

“And in what way do you like me, Armani?”

She’s prying, digging.Fighting to determine the truth that’s been brewing between us since we re-entered each other’s lives. It’s becoming clear, I can’t deny it any longer.

Can’t deny her from being in my life.

That’s the craziest part.

I want her.

Want her in my life.

Want her wearing my jersey and cheering me on during the games.

I want Mackenzie Andrews.

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