Page 47 of Wrong Pucking Player

We share a look that I can’t really describe.

This is the moment where you’d think I’d have the balls to lean forward and kiss her right here and now, but I can’t push myself to do it.

We have nothing in common, Armani.

Keep convincing yourself that.

It wouldn’t work between us.

She’d be the ultimate Heartbreaker, like her bestie.

The Heartbreaker Queen, like those guys used to crown her as.

Andrews would easily destroy my already broken heart. She wouldn’t even want the baggage of trying to put the pieces together.

But what if she was willing to try?

Could she fix someone like me?

No…

The real question is… do I want to be fixed? Or remain broken.

“Now, this isn’t what I was expecting to see.”

The way spikes of endorphins and lust come shooting through me into oblivion at the familiar voice suddenly dampen my mood.

All my emotions bleed away, leaving a blank canvas on my face that I’m certain Andrew notices from the way she eyes me carefully. It’s only for a split second, and then she’s glancing over my shoulder to see who I’d deem her male archnemesis.

“Don’t get me started, Winchester,” Andrews begins, only for her eyes to further trail to my right and widen. “Wyatt?”

“What are you doing here, Xandra?”

Xandra.

Is that what he calls her?

I can tell from the way he’s checking her out that he’ll have a boner in seconds.

“Um…” she begins, and I notice how her body tenses up. It’s the first time in a long while that I’ve seen her suddenly lock up like that.

A deer in headlights, ready to be struck.

“Don’t tell me you live in this shack of a neighborhood?” Jayce immediately mocks, and his eyes narrow as if he’s gotten the perfect amount of ammo to embarrass this woman into ruins.

That doesn’t sit well with me at all.

“For someone as cocky as you, I’d think you’d be living in some sort of luxury mansion, Alex,” he taunts.

I noticed the way her eyes darken at the shortened usage of her name.

I’ve noticed for years that ‘Alex’ is some sort of trigger to her.

“Jayce,” Wyatt warns. “Her name is Mackenzie.”

“On paper, it’s Alexandra Mackenzie Andrews, if my memory serves me correctly,” Jayce barks back while side-glaring at Cyrus. He’s probably questioning his audacity to try to correct him. “If she hates her name so much, why don’t you legally change it? Let me guess. Waiting for some sort of inheritance to come your way?”

“Fuck off, Winchester,” Andrews snarls and proceeds to get up.

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