Page 86 of Wrong Pucking Player

It invited a bunch of drunk girls flirtatiously attempting to touch me in all the wrong places with the excuse of being intrigued by my shoulder-sitting cat in her raincoat, but I’m happy I endured it.

Or else Andrews really was going to walk home alone.

That makes my blood boil enough that I open my eyes in hopes of finding my phone so I can text if she’s alright.

That won’t be necessary, though.

Since she’s right here.

On the other side of my bed, curled up against my side with her blonde locks all over the pillow in such an attractive way.

Did we sleep in the same bed?

My phone is buzzing again, the sound making Andrews stir.

I’ve never moved so quick, my hand locating the phone faster than my mind can process it all. I answer it but don’t speak right away. My eyes are glued on Andrews as she mutters something about deadlifts before relaxing into the sheets.

Fuck. Almost woke her up.

I notice Mittens is back and curling up near her head. Not a second later, she’s purring away. The continuous noise is the perfect sound for Andrews to fall further back to sleep.

Thank the fuck.

I slowly get out of bed and head to the balcony.

Instead of being greeted by the sunrise, it’s bright as fuck. So bright, I make a U-turn and head to the bathroom instead.

Once I close the door, I answer the phone.

“Armani speaking.”

“Damn. You actually woke up late on the one day we gotta be early, Bro.”

I’m even more confused to hear Kane on the other side of the phone line.

“Kane? Why are you calling me?” He and Diesel rarely call me. Usually, if they need me, they just stop by. “You could have just come by if you had something to say.”

“We did come by,” Kane groans. “Me and Diesel.”

I put the toilet seat down, so I can sit on it and pinch my nose. I feel tired, but it’s not a dreadful tired like I usually experience waking up super early.

“You didn’t,” I mutter. “I would have heard you.”

Kane laughs before he calls out to Diesel.

“Yo. Let’s go to the hall real quick.”

I wonder where he is.

Waiting for him to speak again, I almost doze off on the fucking toilet.

Dammit. I think I need coffee before my run.

“Dude, you want to give Jayce a stroke?” Diesel comments, his voice sounding like an echo which gives me a strong hunch the phone is on speaker. “He’s about to piss his pants if you don’t get down here.”

Down where?

“If we knew you’d sleep in, we would have woken you up.”

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