their other teammate, Jimmy.
“Are you guys dating?” Trevor asks, nodding his head in the direction Cole disappeared to.
I scrunch my eyebrows and look up at him. “No.”
“Doesn’t seem that way,” he says, pursing his lips.
“Yeah, he can be a bit overprotective of me,” I explain.
“That’s more than a bit overprotective, Blake. That’s ... something else,” he mumbles.
I laugh and playfully slap his chest. “Something else?”
He holds the hand I used to slap him and he watches me intensely. The desire swimming in his deep brown eyes cuts my laughter short.
“You do look beautiful, by the way,” Trevor says before he kisses the top of my hand and lets it go. “I’m in room 824, if you want to hang out ... or whatever.”
I smile at his invitation, but don’t reply. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say to that. Thank you for inviting me to have sex with you, but I’ll pass?
I feel an arm snake its way around my waist. When I look up, I’m met with Cole’s icy green eyes. Trevor says good night with a salute before walking to the elevators.
I wave my hand, but my eyes are still on Cole’s. I smile at him, remembering the last time he did this to me, and I see his eyes soften. He turns my body in his embrace so that I’m facing our friends and nips my earlobe lightly.
“I love you too, baby,” he says in a low voice that makes me shiver. Cole has been saying those words to me for the past nine years. I’ve never said them back. He stopped asking me to years ago. He accepted that I couldn’t and that I was scared to for what I think are good reasons. Every time I’ve said those words to somebody, I lost them. He always assures me that I wouldn’t lose him, Becky, Greg, Aubry, or Maggie, but I can’t take that risk. I love them too much. They are my world.
We crowd the elevator on our journey upstairs. Cole presses me against his solid chest and puts both arms around me, knotting them together in front of me. When we reach our floor, I stop him and hold on to his arm as I step out of my heels. I cannot take one more second of having them on.
“Blake!” Becky squeals. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Ugh. Shut up. My feet are about to commit suicide,” I groan painfully.
The guys laugh and Becky rolls her eyes. “You’re such a baby.”
“Yeah, whatever, diva,” I grumble before I let out a loud screech when Cole lifts me off the floor. “Cole, are you crazy?”
“Only about you, baby,” he murmurs into my hair. I bite down on my lip as my heart hammers relentlessly against my chest. I feel like butterflies are having a sock hop in my stomach. When my eyes meet his, I’m expecting them to look amused, but they’re completely serious and a little sad even.
“You can put me down. I can walk just fine,” I say pointlessly because we’re already in front of our door. “I probably flashed everybody.”
He puts me down slowly, never taking his eyes off mine. I want to look away from the intensity in them because they are making me feel like I have a gaping hole in my stomach.
“Uh ... guys? Are you coming in or are you going to stand in the hallway, eye fucking each other all night?” Becky asks with a laugh. I snap out of my trance and push off of Cole. As I make my way past Becky, she nudges me playfully. She is so obvious that I can’t help but laugh as I walk to my room.
I change into a pair of blue shorts and a red T-shirt that reads “Murphy” in the back. It’s Cole’s football shirt from high school and my most comfortable sleeping shirt. After I scrub my makeup off and tie my hair back, I go back to the living room. Becky and Greg are already tucked away in her room, but I find Cole and Aubry flipping through channels in the living room area.
A large brown duffel bag that I don’t recognize catches my eye. “Is that Greg’s?” I ask to no one in particular, but look at Aubry.
Aubry’s eyes widen as he bites down on his lip to keep from
“Are you guys dating?” Trevor asks, nodding his head in the direction Cole disappeared to.
I scrunch my eyebrows and look up at him. “No.”
“Doesn’t seem that way,” he says, pursing his lips.
“Yeah, he can be a bit overprotective of me,” I explain.
“That’s more than a bit overprotective, Blake. That’s ... something else,” he mumbles.
I laugh and playfully slap his chest. “Something else?”
He holds the hand I used to slap him and he watches me intensely. The desire swimming in his deep brown eyes cuts my laughter short.
“You do look beautiful, by the way,” Trevor says before he kisses the top of my hand and lets it go. “I’m in room 824, if you want to hang out ... or whatever.”
I smile at his invitation, but don’t reply. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say to that. Thank you for inviting me to have sex with you, but I’ll pass?
I feel an arm snake its way around my waist. When I look up, I’m met with Cole’s icy green eyes. Trevor says good night with a salute before walking to the elevators.
I wave my hand, but my eyes are still on Cole’s. I smile at him, remembering the last time he did this to me, and I see his eyes soften. He turns my body in his embrace so that I’m facing our friends and nips my earlobe lightly.
“I love you too, baby,” he says in a low voice that makes me shiver. Cole has been saying those words to me for the past nine years. I’ve never said them back. He stopped asking me to years ago. He accepted that I couldn’t and that I was scared to for what I think are good reasons. Every time I’ve said those words to somebody, I lost them. He always assures me that I wouldn’t lose him, Becky, Greg, Aubry, or Maggie, but I can’t take that risk. I love them too much. They are my world.
We crowd the elevator on our journey upstairs. Cole presses me against his solid chest and puts both arms around me, knotting them together in front of me. When we reach our floor, I stop him and hold on to his arm as I step out of my heels. I cannot take one more second of having them on.
“Blake!” Becky squeals. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Ugh. Shut up. My feet are about to commit suicide,” I groan painfully.
The guys laugh and Becky rolls her eyes. “You’re such a baby.”
“Yeah, whatever, diva,” I grumble before I let out a loud screech when Cole lifts me off the floor. “Cole, are you crazy?”
“Only about you, baby,” he murmurs into my hair. I bite down on my lip as my heart hammers relentlessly against my chest. I feel like butterflies are having a sock hop in my stomach. When my eyes meet his, I’m expecting them to look amused, but they’re completely serious and a little sad even.
“You can put me down. I can walk just fine,” I say pointlessly because we’re already in front of our door. “I probably flashed everybody.”
He puts me down slowly, never taking his eyes off mine. I want to look away from the intensity in them because they are making me feel like I have a gaping hole in my stomach.
“Uh ... guys? Are you coming in or are you going to stand in the hallway, eye fucking each other all night?” Becky asks with a laugh. I snap out of my trance and push off of Cole. As I make my way past Becky, she nudges me playfully. She is so obvious that I can’t help but laugh as I walk to my room.
I change into a pair of blue shorts and a red T-shirt that reads “Murphy” in the back. It’s Cole’s football shirt from high school and my most comfortable sleeping shirt. After I scrub my makeup off and tie my hair back, I go back to the living room. Becky and Greg are already tucked away in her room, but I find Cole and Aubry flipping through channels in the living room area.
A large brown duffel bag that I don’t recognize catches my eye. “Is that Greg’s?” I ask to no one in particular, but look at Aubry.
Aubry’s eyes widen as he bites down on his lip to keep from
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