I can’t blame the guy, though. I trust these guys with my life, and if I had a sister, I wouldn’t mind them dating her.
I would, however, mind someone like me dating her.
Not because I don’t treat women right. I do. My mom would kill me if I ever treated a girl with anything but respect.
I’d fear her getting attached to a guy who’s only looking for sex and nothing serious.
I think that’s what Cam’s worried about. Not that he has to, for many reasons. The main one is that she’s already dating one of his teammates.
I laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Cam drops his stuff onto the ground before turning the corner to his locker.
“Nothing.”
“Alright.”
“I hate you sometimes, you know that?” Declan says.
“What’d I do?”
He pulls his jersey over his head, grabs his helmet and gloves, and heads out of the locker room.
“What’s his problem?” Fletcher stops at his locker to grab his jersey.
“I think he’s stressed about his big date,” I whisper.
“Or it could be the fact that he’s friends with a blabbermouth,” Jaxon pats me on the back. “For a guy who keeps a lot of shit to himself, you seem to have an issue with keeping secrets.”
“Hey, I’m great at keeping secrets. I just sometimes forget that I have a secret to keep.”
“Pretty sure that’d make you a shitty secret keeper.” Fletcher shrugs, and I roll my eyes.
Because if I was bad at keeping secrets, they’d know about Avalon. They’d know I’d been sleeping with the same girl for weeks. But they don’t.
How’s that for secret keeping?
twenty-two
Avalon
You know, I think you’re taking advantage of me,” Zeke says as I exit my bathroom. He’s still naked. Zeke isn’t one to get dressed after we have sex, not unless he absolutely has to. Since my mom’s at AA for another hour, he has no reason to.
Granted, I don’t mind us sitting naked in my bed after sex, which is new for me. This whole concept is new to me. I used to be the type of girl to kick a guy to the curb right after he came inside of me, and now I expect Zeke and I to kill some time before we have sex again. Then he takes a shower and leaves. And, sometimes, if we’re hungry, we’ll order some food in between having sex. It’s like a whole ordeal now.
“By giving you the best sex of your life?” I pull a random t-shirt from my drawer and throw it over my bare body.
“No b—” He stops. His eyes scan my body from head to toe, and he smiles. “By lying to me and saying you burnt my favorite t-shirt.”
“What?” I look down at the shirt I’m wearing. The shirt I stole from him after the first time we slept together. “Fuck. I swear I didn’t know that was in there.”
That’s a lie. I wear it to bed sometimes. Not in theI miss him and want to feel close to himkind of way, but because it’s a really comfortable shirt.
“I don’t think I believe you,” he says as I crawl into bed beside him.
“You can have it back.” I start to take it off, but he grabs the hem, stopping me.
“No, it suits you. Looks way better on you than it ever did on me.”