Page 28 of The Flirty Forward

I scowl. “Of course I watched the game. I sat with your family.”

“And they loved you. What? Tina texted me a bunch of times during the game, and so did Andrew and Kristin.”

I frown. “You look at your phone during your games?”

He reaches out and tweaks my nose gently, causing me to frown. “No, Teach. I don’t check my phone during a game. I just saw them when I got done.”

“Oh.” It’s quiet between the two of us for a moment. “They were really nice, though,” I begrudgingly say. His eyebrows lift, and he cocks his head. “What?” I ask.

He grins. “I was waiting for one of your insults, like ‘am I sure I belong in this family’?”

“You know, come to think of it,” I start.

He puts his hand over my mouth. “Nope, too late. You missed your chance.” I’m not really sure why, but I lick his hand to get it off my mouth.

He jerks his hand away from me. “Did you seriously just lick my hand?”

“Well, if you’re going to put it over my mouth...” I shrug.

He stares at his hand a moment and then leans close to my ear. “You can lick me any time you want, anywhere you want, Doll.”

“Sebastian,” I say as I slug him in his bicep. He just laughs, and I take a step backwards. “That’s long enough. If they didn’t get a photo by now, then they’re just dumb.”

“I’ll walk you out.”

I look down at his feet, which are still encased in skates. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to work.”

He glances behind him. “I’ll go change real quick and then walk you out.”

I’m already walking away. “I’m a big girl, Sebastian. I’ve got it.” I look over his shoulder at the people still gathered.

“I’ll make sure nobody follows you out,” he says quietly.

“Thanks.” I walk towards the exit sign.

“Ten-thirty,” he calls out from behind me.

I turn around but keep walking backwards. “What?”

“I’ll be at your house at 10:30 Sunday morning to pick you up.”

“Why?” I ask.

“For brunch. At my parents.”

I shake my head. “No thanks.”

“Why not?” he calls out. There’s a good distance separating us now. “Are you scared?”

I huff. “Of course not.”

“Good. Then I’ll see you then.” He turns and strides away in the opposite direction. “Wear my jersey,” he calls out.

“Wait. No.” He’s already gone. Now, I would just be chasing after him. I shake my head. “Sebastian—one. Stephanie—zero.”

Chapter 10

Stephanie

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