Page 60 of Happy Hour

Slowly I peeked my head out the door to spot Jameson was sitting on the couch putting his racing shoes on.

“So...Alley knows huh?” I asked standing against the counter in the kitchen a few moments later.

Again, he didn’t say anything, just nodded his head as he tied his shoes. He looked pissed. Watching his quick brisk movements as he yanked on the strings tightly, my pissed theory was confirmed.

“Are you mad?”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, his eyes focused on the floor but eventually he did speak. “I’m tired of everyone walking in on us.” His tone is off and I knew then there was something more to this thanjustpeople walking in on us.

“Is that all?”

Taking in a slow, controlled deep breath, he leaned back against the couch, running his fingers through his hair once. His hair stood on end in the wake as his hands flopped down in frustration. “I just...why is it such a big deal that Alleynotknow about us?” He sounded offended that I would want to keep this from them. “Are you ashamed?” Sighing, he reached for his cell phone beside him as though he’d just said something he didn’t intend to say.

Momentarily, I just stood there until my brain caught up.

“Uh...I...she,” I sat down beside him trying not to look at him in fear he’d see through my paper thin skin when it came to him. “She warned me to stay away from you because they think I’m going to get my heart broken.”

Jameson nodded tightly. “Do you think that?” He asked softly, not looking at me and if I didn’t know any better, I’d think he wasn’t even paying attention by the way he focused all his attention on the phone in his hand, but I also knew better.

Be tough Sway! Don’t get emotional now, just be tough.

I smiled ruefully at him hoping he didn’t see the sadness. “Why would I think that, we’re just friends with benefits?”

That didn’t sound very convincing.

His eyes shifted to me and then dropped quickly to his phone. “Right,” he mumbled with another cold nod.

Nervous I gave myself away completely, I started to fidget.

After a moment, Jameson tossed his phone on the couch, stood, and pulled his racing suit over his shoulders zipping it. “Well, it’s none of their fucking business if we’re humping anyways.” he said giving me a wink. His expression didn’t match the gesture though. It seemed almost, forced.

“Humping, really? Are you like twelve-years old?” I teased attempting to lighten the situation with humor. After all, he was doing the same.

“Whatever,” he pulled me up from the couch against his chest. “Wish me luck.”

“For what?” I wrapped my arms around his waist, savoring the content feeling I got when I was wrapped around him.

“Practice,” he smiled kissing me. “My car is shit.”

“Eh, you’ll do fine. Besides, what we did last night gave it good luck.”

“If I win, you may need to repeat thateveryweekend. You sure you can handle that?” he gave me a wicked grin, his eyes watching mine intently.

“That wouldsuckfor me.” I replied with lewdness.

Jameson leaned forward; his lips finding my neck, then my jaw and then back to my lips. “Suckindeed.” He mumbled drawing my bottom lip inside his mouth, sucking gently.

After a few more kisses and inappropriate groping, Jameson left for practice so I sent Emma a text to find out where she was.

Emma sent me back a text saying she was at Jameson’s merchandise hauler near the grandstands unloading shirts so I decided to make my way over there.

Just as I stood to leave, Spencer came crashing through the door. “Oh, hey, I didn’t think anyone was in here.” He grinned looking around. “What areyoudoing in here?” he asked suspiciously, his blue eyes full of amusement.

“None of your business,” I snapped pulling a sweatshirt from my bag on the floor.

“What are you two doing?” Spencer stepped closer to nudge my shoulder playfully. “I know something is going on. He smiles now.’

“Nothing is going on—we’re friends.”

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