Page 108 of It Happened on a Sunday
“Delivery,” Jaime calls from the living room. “I’ll put it on your table here, Sloane.”
“Thanks!” I call back, refusing to acknowledge the teeny, tiny part of me that wanted it to be Sly at my door, which I know is ridiculous. Just because I want him to hold me right now doesn’t mean it’s not way better that he’s across town in his hotel, observing curfew. The only way this thing between us even has a chance is if we both continue to do exactly what we’re supposed to.
But the ache in my chest tells a different story—a story that ends with his arms around me and the rest of the world fading away.
When I’m dried off, I grab my phone and wander into the living room to find a bag from my favorite fish taco place.
How did he know?
I don’t have an answer, but something tells me I’m going to beasking myself that question about Sly a lot.
I’ve deliberately avoided looking at my texts since I sent that last one, but I need to at least thank him, so I bite the bullet and tap on his name. Only to find this message waiting for me:
Sly:I promise I won’t hurt you
He can’t promise that. No one can. The world doesn’t work that way—not mine, anyway. But God, I want to believe him. Just for tonight. Just long enough to let myself dream…if I even remember how.
Me:How’d you know Rubio’s was the way to my heart?
Me:Thank you, by the way
Sly:Lucky guess. And it’s one of my faves, too
Sly:Guess we have that in common
I don’t want to think about what we have in common. That’s dangerous territory. Then again, this is all dangerous territory, and I have no idea how I got sucked into it.
Because you want him, a tiny voice inside me says.And for a lot more than sex.
I hate that it’s right. Almost as much as I hate the way my fingers fly over my phone’s keyboard, even as my stomach tightens and I wait for his response.
Me:Go to sleep. Don’t QBs need their beauty rest?
Sly:I’m already beautiful lol
Me:And so modest too
Sly:Tell me something about the concert
Me:I think they like you more than me. They threw so many teddy bears with your jersey on them that the stage looked like a toy shop at one point
Sly:We already knew your fans had good taste
Me:I think you planted them
Sly:Damn. You’ve figured me out
Sly:I didn’t know you got stage fright
Damn. I’ve really been hoping he missed that. Letting him in on my biggest weakness was a terrible idea. Especially since it seems like Sly doesn’t forget anything.
Me:I don’t exactly advertise it
Me:It’s hard not to be nervous when you don’t know how people are going to react at any given moment
Sly:You always say that, but your fans love you
Me:Some of them do. But most just want to be near someone whose life is a bigger train wreck than theirs lol
