Page 67 of Flag On The Play
Roxy is flopped sideways on the couch, already halfway through her second slice of pizza. “I swear, if Finlay doesn’tthrow at least one touchdown in the first quarter, I’m switching teams.”
“To who?” Delaney asks with a laugh, curling up beside me. “You don’t even know any other players’ names.”
“I don’t need to. I pick them based on ass quality.”
“You’re hopeless,” I say, laughing as I balance a paper plate on my knees.
The pre-game commentary is already on. Finlay hasn’t appeared on screen yet, but just hearing his name makes my heart race. I’ve watched him play before, of course. He’s been in the league for years. But now?
Now I know what his voice sounds like first thing in the morning.
Now I know how he kisses when he’s half-asleep and how he groans my name when he’s buried deep inside me.
Now I feel every hit like it might bruise me too.
My phone buzzes and my breath catches when I see his name.
Finlay: You watching, baby?
Me: You know I am. Got my girls, my pizza, and my lucky socks.
Finlay: FaceTime me real quick.
I scramble to answer, holding the phone up as his handsome face appears, messy hair and all. He’s already in his warm-up hoodie, stadium lights glowing behind him.
Roxy leans into the frame and waves. “Hey, quarterback! Lookin’ fine as hell.”
Finlay grins. “Hey, Roxy. Keep your eyes to yourself.”
Delaney pops into view with a smirk. “We’re just here for the view.”
“Uh huh.” He turns his eyes back to me. “You look beautiful, Nova.”
I tuck my legs under me and smile so wide it hurts. “You’re just saying that because I’m in your lucky socks.”
He leans closer to the camera, lowering his voice. “No, I’m saying it because I miss the hell out of you.”
My stomach flips. “Good thing you’re back tomorrow.”
“Not soon enough.” His eyes dart to the side, and I hear someone calling him. “Gotta go warm up, baby. Call you after?”
“I can’t wait,” I whisper.
He flashes one more crooked smile. “You’re my lucky charm.”
The screen goes black, and I sit back with a sigh.
Delaney groans. “Okay, that was disgustingly cute.”
Roxy wipes fake tears from her eyes. “I feel personally attacked by your relationship.”
I just grin and hug my pillow, already counting down the hours until he’s back in my arms.
“Now hush,” I say, grabbing the remote. “Let’s watch my man win.”
CHAPTER 20
FINLAY
