Page 64 of Wrong Pucking Player

“Hey, Muffin!”

“Mittens,” Armani corrects.

“Same, same,” I brush off and check to make sure the door to his apartment is closed before shutting my own door. “What’s up?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” he mutters more to himself while checking on my plants.

Or our plants? Does he have partial ownership since he ensured they didn’t die for the last five-plus years?

“‘Cause you won’t answer them, so if I ask enough, maybe I’ll get an answer.” I continue to admire the way he walks around my apartment like it’s his. The fact the sun is setting and filling this place with the perfect number of golden rays only further emphasizes how sexy he looks.

It should be sinful to be this good-looking from the back.

The various lines of muscle along his back really do steal my attention away from whatever he just said.

“Yes,” he emphasizes before he grumbles, “Andrews.”

“Hmm?”

“Stop admiring my back, front, and nipples,” he huffs and waits for me to meet his gaze. “It’s distracting.”

“You’re distracting,” I taunt and give him a ‘fuck off’ look. I’m not ashamed of being caught checking him out, but I guess I don’t like being called out for it. “Yes, to what?”

“Yes, to your previous question.”

“What are you doing here?”

“No.”

“Oh…” It takes me a few seconds. “OH! Damn! They’re actually real?” I’m crossing the living space and standing before him in a heartbeat. I can’t stop myself from reaching out to flick the left golden twinkle barbell.

“They’re real. Shit. The gold is the real deal, too, isn’t it?” Peering up at him only makes me freeze as I take in the sour expression on his face.

And the fact his face is literally inches from mine.

“You don’t think before you act, do you?” he concludes.

“Depends,” I confess. “If it’s a nurse situation where I’m getting a grade, I attempt to re-evaluate my decisions before executing my instinctive need to do what comes to mind first.”

“Right…” He sighs. “So, you didn’t think before coming over here and flicking my pierced nipple?”

I stare at him long and hard.

“Nope.” I get why he’s pissed, though. “Does that deem as sexual assault? If so, I’ll be sad because my internship is the day after tomorrow, and I don’t want to lose the chance, thanks to a criminal offense.”

“Also like to jump to odd conclusions,” he mutters more to himself before flicking at my forehead.

“Ow.”

“Don’t go up to another man with pierced nips and flick them,” he scolds. “You’re off the hook only because I know you worked hard to get this far.”

“You know, I never would have thought you’d be the type to have sympathy in you,” I confess first, then quietly add, “Sorry. I got excited and couldn’t ignore the need to act. I guess I’m a bit too comfortable when we’re, um… alone like this. I’ll be careful from now on.”

He stares at me long and hard, and deep down, I hope he’ll accept my apology. I really acted before thinking straight, which was immature and invaded his privacy.

I mean, we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend.

We’re just… Armani and Andrews.

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