Page 41 of Imperfection is Beauty

Yeah, those seven words were going to be on repeat in my head for a long time. Even if she didn’t say them, I planned to pretend that she did.

Five minutes later I was collecting her stuff from outside the bathroom door, and no I didn’t look at her bed, and I didn’t snoop.

I knew, just knew if I did that, my dick would take a hell of a long time to go down, and over the past month, I knew there was no relief for him.

He didn’t want my hand.

And fuck was I allowing anyone else to tend to him.

Nope, he wanted the five foot three, dark auburn-haired goddess with freckles on her nose, the prettiest ice blue eyes, a body made for sin, delicious curves, tits, ass, hips.

Yeah, stop.

Right. Fucking. Now.

Luckily, my pocket chose that moment to go off, which took my thoughts away from where they were headed, but just barely.

Once I had her blood-stained shirt and pants in the washing machine, I pulled my phone out, checked the display, and then texted back.

How I had been able to ignore the multiple times it had gone off; I couldn’t tell you.

Coach Sanders –Practice time has been moved up thirty minutes. For all you Jackals that means be at the field at 5:30 a.m. Sharp.

Campbell –Got it.

Tanner –10-4 Good buddy.

Bush –Oh man.

Buscher –Help! I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.

Me –Got it.

Tanner –The fuck you do now @Buscher?

Buscher – @TannerYour Mama.

Campbell -@Buscher, you can deal with me tomorrow.

Buscher –………

Me –Nah. I got this.

Buscher –Fuck. No. Coach?? I’m taking a personal day.

Coach Sanders –Boy, you never learn.

Coach Sanders –You will be DuPointe’s personal all-day tackle.

Tanner –My Mama said nah. You’re nothing but a walking talking STD.

I was shaking my head at the idiot as I walked through Scarlett’s apartment once I silenced the rest of the replies and pocketed my phone.

It was tidy. Clean. Well kept. And thankfully, not too girlie.

But… I knew that if I got us to where I wanted us to be then I would never complain if she did our room in every single color of pink imaginable.

As long as I lay beside her every night, I wouldn’t care. Not one single bit.

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