Page 62 of Pucking Grey

“Shit.”

She puts the cotton pad down and says, “Don’t panic. We’ll try exfoliant.”

I nod as she leaves the room. I take the thing and scrub it for myself. Nope, not working.

When she sits down again, she says, “So, you haven’t told me anything about Grey. How is it all going? How is it living with him?”

She applies the scrub to my eyebrows as I blush. “It’s…not bad.”

“Not bad?” she questions.

“Yeah, he’s really clean and quiet. And he’s not at all what I expected.”

She raises her brows at me as if she wants me to continue.

I smile as she scrubs my brows. “I don’t know… I surprised him at his game. Yeah, you knew about that. I texted you. We drove back together, and I don’t know.”

Her brows furrow now. “You’re sayingI don’t knowa lot. Are you starting to like him?”

When I don’t answer right away, her eyes widen. “Stop, Maddie. You like him?”

“I don’t know.” I give her my best whiny face because I don’t know if I do.

“What? Oh my god. You do, don’t you? It’s written all over your face.”

I think about last night in the rink when he asked me the same question and I avoided answering him. “It is?” I ask. If she can see it, then he could probably sense it. “I don’t know, Sydney. Everybody thinks it’s a bad idea.”

“Hey, I was a part of that crowd, but if you like him, then you like him. It doesn’t matter what we think. But of course, I’m going to tell you to be careful. Who cares what anyone thinks though.”

“My brother warned him. I don’t know what he said exactly, but –”

“Ryan?” she chuckles. “The cinnamon roll of a brother you have?”

“Don’t call him that,” I humorously judge her for a moment, but she smiles at me. “Yeah, my cinnamon roll brother went rogue. He forced me to invite Grey to the party tomorrow.”

“So, it’s not just us girls flirting with hockey players anymore?”

I huff. “I’m sorry I didn’t mention it earlier today. We were having a girl’s day, and I didn’t want to talk about Grey.”

She wipes my eyebrows and questions, “Didn’t you say you’re staying here tonight?”

I nod, looking in the mirror. The shade is not the tiniest bit lighter. “Yeah.”

She forces my chin back to her as she applies the exfoliant again. “So, you like really like him?”

“What?”

“Relax your brows,” she scolds me, and I do as I’m told. It feels like she’s rubbing them raw. “It must be the early stages of realizing you really like him because you’re only staying here so he doesn’t see your beautiful eyebrows.”

“I don’t want anyone to see my eyebrows,” I argue.

She shakes her head. “You walked right past Crew without the slightest amount of embarrassment.”

I scoff. “That’s because Crew is like my brother. You know that. I could grow a mustache, and not shave it around him. I don’t care.”

She shakes her head as she scrubs the hell out of my brows. Seriously, I think they’re going to scab when she’s done. “Well, your face hasn’t stopped blushing since I mentioned Grey, so I’ll do you a favor and stop talking about him. But please, come to your senses and realize that you really like the guy. Your body even reacts to his name.”

My face is so hot right now. She wipes my brows and says, “This is working only a little. So let’s try again in the morning.”

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