Page 58 of Game On
Gabi, lying across our shared bed, chimes in, “Yeah, you look like you’ve seen a ghost—or did you just come from visiting one?”
I smooth down my hair, which feels electric with static, and press a hand against my still-tingling lips. “I—well, you see—” I start, but the words get tangled on their way out.
Gabi’s eyes go wide. “You just gotfoxed, didn’t you?”
A frown creases my brow. “Excuse me?”
“Levi was texting Sammy a few minutes ago,” she says by way of explanation. “He slipped up.”
“He told me Hudson kicked him out so you two couldtalk,” Sammy explains, her tone equal parts curiosity andamusement. “Figured something was up with all the food he sent.”
I exhale sharply, the reality of what I’d walked into—and run away from—suddenly crystallizing. “It was a trap. Or, I guess, a bribe.”
“So, you two …?” Sammy trails off, her perfect eyebrows arching.
“We only kissed,” I say, the memory of his lips on mine sending a fresh shiver up my spine.
“Where?” Gabi asks, a wicked gleam in her eye.
I groan as they both laugh.
“Was it at least a good kiss?” Sammy adds.
I roll my eyes, despite the heat creeping into my cheeks. “It was … complicated, as per.”
Gabi leans back, arms behind her head, her expression one of feigned shock. “Sounds intense.”
“God.” My head drops back as the truth spills from my lips. “I kissed him like a woman starved, and I’m not too proud of it.”
Gabi tsks, shaking her head playfully. “Ella, Ella, Ella. I just knew it … you were foxed.”
“We are so not calling it that.” I flop onto the bed next to her, stretching out a hand to swat her arm. “Besides, he asked me to be his friend with benefits first, and then I just completely lost my marbles.”
Sammy gasps beside us. “He didn’t.”
“He did.”
Gabi scrunches up her nose and pats me on the shoulder. “From what I know of Foxy, he doesn’t usually havelong-term friends like that. It’s typically a hookup here and there at parties. And by here and there, I mean, like, at every party. But I’m not sure about lately. Guess things have changed.”
“Maybe he’s smitten,” Sammy adds.
I snort. “So smitten that he wants me for a convenient booty call.”
She winces. “And that’s …”
“Bad, obviously,” I deadpan.
“Why?”
“Well, because … I mean, he’s confusing me!” I press my palms to my sweltering cheeks. “He changes his mind more often than the weather. And there are rules. Morgan wouldn’t be happy.”
“Fuck the rules. Morgan’s not gonna find out as long as you keep it on the down-low. We all know you’re attracted to him,” Gabi says. “And you two are hot together. It’s obvious neither of you want a real relationship, so I feel like this is the best option.”
I sigh. “You sound like Hudson.”
“Smart man.”
“I attacked him with my mouth, and then I left my phone in his room.” I stuff a pillow over my face and scream into it. “Why must I be so tragic?”
