Page 110 of Player Problems

Beau rolls his eyes when they both look to him and I start to doubt some of the jokes he’s made about her in the past. Does Beau actually have feelings for Torryn? “Some would even say expected,” he snarks. “Or that it’s about damn time.”

I watch him warily. “So you’re not mad?”

He sighs, taking a deep breath. “We’re happy for you, man. I’m just wrapping my head around the fact that you listened to a fifteen year old more than your best friends.”

“Right,” I say, still skeptical. “We need to hit the showers, but I want to talk to Tor tonight. Make it official I think. I just don’t know what to say yet.”

James claps his hands together, making a booming sound that echoes in the locker room. “Showers and brainstorming. Let’s do it.”

By the time we all finish and make it back to our lockers sans pads and sweat, the area is cleared up and most of the guys are making their ways out of the locker room. I start to rush getting dressed, realizing the girls have been waiting on us this whole time.

“So how are you going to do it?” Beau asks, coming to sit at my side.

I push his hand off my arm. “Just do it, I guess? But hurry up, man. They’re waiting on us.”

He grumbles but starts to dry off. “You can’t just do it,” he argues. “Tor is even more dense than you are.”

I flip him off before throwing my towel into the hamper left next to our lockers. “I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean.”

Wells sighs. “Are you going to ask her to be your girlfriend? Is she going to feel like it came out of nowhere? What are you thinking, man?”

I shrug, pulling on my pants as I think about it. “I already told her I wanted to be there for her. Be the person she leans on. Isn’t that kind of like a boyfriend anyways?”

They share baffled looks and Beau pinches the bridge of his nose. “It’s exactly like that,” he agrees, but I don’t understand the frustration in his tone. “Almost like we’ve been trying to point out to you two idiots for months,” he grumbles. I choose to ignore the second half of that.

“So there,” I gesture towards Beau. “I just say that. I want her in my bed. I want her in my life. I want her as my wife.”

I grin at the little rhyme but James yells, “No! Do not propose to her.”

I roll my eyes. I swear they’re a bunch of idiots. “It was a joke. Calm down. I just don’t think it’ll be as big of a deal as you’re making it.”

This time, I don’t even bother to watch their silent exchanges, tying up my shoes so I can go find my girl already.

“Right,” Wells finally says evenly. “So you’re going to talk to Torryn tonight?”

I nod, grabbing my bag and throwing it over my shoulder. “Yeah.” After I bury myself between her thighs. Maybe while I’m buried in between her thighs. That is not a bad idea. A celebration for multiple reasons.

James shrugs, rolling his lip between his teeth. “Alright, we’ll give you the house.”

I nod my thanks and lead the guys out of the locker room. We’re the last ones to leave, but there’s still a crowd of players, family, and friends hanging around by the exit. I catch sight of Tate talking to Emery and Isla. I look around them but don’t catch sight of Tor.

“Where did Torryn go?” I ask, still looking over all the faces in the crowd to make sure I didn’t miss her. Unease creeps up my spine, making my voice come out rougher.

“I thought she didn’t have work,” James adds.

Isla looks up at me, fear and doubt mixing in her eyes. “She doesn’t.” She shakes her head, looking at Emery at her side before her wide eyes land back on mine. “You didn't see her in there?” She points to the locker room, but we were the last ones out. There was no one left inside.

I don’t even bother responding, pulling out my phone to search up her location. Everyone huddles around me trying to look.

“She hasn’t left the arena,” I say, zooming in closer on the map. She should be right here, so where the fuck did Torryn go?

thirty-six

NOT YOUR GOOD GIRL

Holy shit.

My ass barely touched my seat the entire game. We were up on our feet cheering so much. It was a massive mistake not to go to the restroom before the third period though, because my bladder is really feeling those three cokes now.

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