Page 44 of Game Changer

Yeah, about that. Pretty sure that ship has sailed.

“I’m getting sleepy, and I’m not going to fall asleep in this if I have to wear it again tomorrow,” she shrugged as she stood up.

“Help yourself,” he answered.

“I was gonna, I just didn’t know where to look,” she added before starting towards his room.

She’s sassy, too.

“So, you’re staying then?” he called to her, grinning.

“If I fall asleep? Then yes. Otherwise, maybe.”

“Oh yeah? Isn’t that a bit presumptuous?” he continued, still smiling.

“Well…” she started. “If you’d prefer, I could leave now!” She began to head for the door.

He started to laugh. “Don’t go… please?” He gave her his best puppy-dog eyes.

“Damnit! If I only had a pillow to hand!” she retorted.

“Yeah, yeah,” he smirked, “go change your clothes.”

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Sweet baby Jesus, would you look at her…he thought as she reappeared in his University of Alabama Huntsville t-shirt.

I kinda wanna march you right back into my bedroom and get nak–

“So,” she started cautiously. “The chick’s underwear on the radiator? Am I to assume that’s Britt’s?”

If I ever needed to know how to instantly kill an erection…

Don’t panic. Don’t freak out. Shit. Don’t show any kind of reaction at all ‘cause she’s staring at you pretty fiercely right now.

“Actually – no, wait, do I even want to know? ‘Cause if it’s some kinda kinky stuff you and Jeremy got goin’ on, I don’t think I need to hear it!” she giggled nervously.

I’m actually not sure which answer she’s hoping for right now.

Returning her smile, he moved his legs and she sat facing him on the sofa. She drew her knees up under her chin and hugged them. “TheyareBritt’s,” he told her. “I’ve tried,” he continued, exasperated. “I can’t get her to stop leaving her underwear lying around. I mean, I draw the line at her wandering around naked, or in her underwear.” Seeing the look on her face, he quickly added, “Don’t worry, she doesn’t!”

“’Cause this isn’t weird in the slightest!” she told him.

“It’s not!” he protested. “We just live together. We’re roomies!” he continued.

Please believe me, please believe me please –

“Hey,” she interrupted him. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me, I trust you.”

Ouch.

“Ok,” he answered simply.

Damnit. Hit me right in the guilt reserves why don’t you? She trusts you, AJ, and you ran off and married your friggin’ best friend. Tell her. You need to come clean.

Do it. Do it now.

Except I can’t. She’ll lose her shit and then I’ll lose her.

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