Page 66 of Flag On The Play
Me: Get some sleep. Good luck tomorrow, even though you don’t need it.
Finlay: Damn right I don’t.
I bite back a grin.
Me: Dream about me.
Finlay: I always do.
“Oh my god,” Delaney groans, pressing a throw pillow to her chest. “I can see the happiness on your face.”
“Funny,” Roxy mutters. “I see horny.”
I burst out laughing, grabbing the throw pillow from Delaney and chucking it at Roxy. “You’re both right.”
“We usually are,” Roxy says smugly, catching the pillow midair.
“You guys better still be planning to come over tomorrow,” I say, pointing at both of them. “We had a deal. Game night, girls, football, Finlay on TV.”
“And pizza,” Roxy cuts in. “Don’t forget the pizza.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I grin, tucking my feet under me again. “Speaking of football boys. What’s going on with you and Jace?”
Roxy gives me a wicked smirk and swirls the wine in her glass. “Football players are good in bed.”
“I knew it!” I gasp, slapping my hand on the couch cushion.
She holds up a finger. “No, no, don’t go full Hallmark movie on me. This is not some romantic, soulmates-in-the-stars thinglike you and Finlay have going on. This is two people who like orgasms and tacos and have no interest in anything more.”
“God, I love you,” I say, shaking my head with a laugh.
Delaney tips her glass back and finishes the last of her wine with a dramatic sigh. “Meanwhile, I really like Theo.”
Both of us quiet down, our attention on her instantly.
“But he’s not looking for anything serious,” she continues, trying to sound breezy, but the slump in her shoulders gives her away. “So, we’re just friends.”
“Oh, Delaney,” I whisper.
“It’s fine,” she says quickly. “Really. I have school, and work, and I don’t even know if I’d have time for something real right now.”
I reach over and squeeze her hand. “That doesn’t mean you should settle. You deserve someone who’s all in for you. He’s coming, babe. When you least expect it.”
Her smile wobbles, but it’s real. “Thanks, Nova.”
As we settle back into the couch, the wine bottle empty and the popcorn long gone, I glance out the window at the city lights flickering in the distance.
Life used to feel predictable. Routine. Controlled.
But now?
Now, it’s chaotic. Beautiful. Full of possibility.
And completely unexpected.
But I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
Game day is here, and my apartment smells like garlic knots, pepperoni, and heaven.
