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That feeling gets even stronger when he closes the distance between us and places a peck against my cheek.
Elijah pulls back and gives me a beaming smile. “Are you ready to get this coffee date started, pretty girl?”
Overdrive, my body is on overdrive.
I give him a nod. “More than ready.”
Fuck, I sure hope so.
It’s time to put my nervousness aside and have fun like Blake told me to.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
BLAKE
A date.
Sophia is on a fucking date, and not even two weeks after I had her under me, yelling out my name.
I don’t know what I hate more, the date part, the fucker that asked her out, her for even agreeing to go out with him, or me because I’m too much of a chicken shit to tell a girl how the fuck I feel.
Given the anger I feel right now, it’s a combination of all four but it’s more so on me. All because it feels like a fucking endless cycle that could be stopped if I finally admit to myself that I’m in love with my best friend. But I’m too fucking stubborn.
Maybe if I admit how I feel to Christian or Hunter, one of them will beat the stubbornness out of me and I will be able to grow some balls and admit my feelings to a girl.
I’m sure they would fucking love that. Beat the crap and me and ridicule me while they do it. I will never hear the end of it.
Shaking my head, I throw the thought of a beating out the window. Maybe if things don’t work out with Sophia and this dude she is meeting for coffee, I’ll consider it. For now, I’llcontinue to live with my stubbornness and watch her be happy with some fucker that doesn’t deserve her.
Fuck, what has my life come to?
You would think since the Knights won the Stanley Finals not even two weeks ago, I would still be living off the high, but yet, here I am, back from one of the happiest places on earth, moping on my couch, grumbling about how my best friend is on a date.
I need to get my shit together.
Instead of continuing with my moping, I decide to text my brother to see if he and Selena are still in the city.
They flew in from San Francisco for game seven and said that they were going to stay in Chicago for a few days. Not only to celebrate with me in case that the Knights won, but because the San Francisco Miners were going to have a game against one of the Chicago teams and they wanted to support Maddox Bauer, one of their friends, and pitcher for the Miners.
The baseball game was yesterday, so there is a slight chance that my brother is back in California already.
Thankfully though, a message from him comes in telling me that they are still at their short-term rental.
Not even thinking about it, I get up from the couch, grab my keys and wallet and make my way over there.
Better to be surround by actual people, than sitting around and googling every single coffee shop within a ten-mile radius so that I go to every single one of then, find Sophia and interrupt her date.
Who even chooses to go to a coffee shop on a first date anyway? If it were me, I would have taken her to her favorite Thai place and even though it’s summer, I would have rented out an ice rink and take her ice skating so that everything would come full circle.
But it’s not me.
It’s some asshole that she met at the hospital, god knows when.
I’m fucking glad that fucker doesn’t know her well enough just yet, because if he did, and took her on my date, I would be liable with strangling him to death, that or figuring out a way to decapitate him with my skates.
Wow, that got dark quick.
I really do need to get my shit together.
