Page 44 of The Fantasy League
Seriously, what did us living in the same neighborhood have to do with anything?
“So, that means we had the same home builder…” She trailed on. I still didn’t get her point and myface must have shown the confusion I felt because she picked up where she left off. “And if we have the same builder that means our homes are built with the same materials, right?”
Motherfucker.
I’d been too consumed with making an excuse to come and see her that I ditched all logic and forgot the pool houses in our neighborhood were stormproof too. “Fucking idiot,” I cursed under my breath.
Scarlett held a hand on my shoulder to steady herself while she hunched over in laughter.
I might have looked like the biggest fucking idiot on the planet, but I would’ve become the village idiot a thousand times over if it meant hearing her laugh like that again.
“If you wanted to hang out, you… could’ve just asked.” She beamed up at me after taking a handful of deep breaths to calm herself. “We’re friends. Friends hang out, right?”
Friends.
I fucking hated that word.
Flashing a smile at her, I pushed down the weight in my chest. “Do you want to hang out,friend?”
She didn’t hide the giant smile on her face as she threw her arms around me again.The corner of my lip turned up at how affectionate she had become with me the last few weeks. She’d touch my arms sometimes when we talked and she hugged me before I left for practices in the morning.
Now whenever she was around, I craved her touch. Patiently waiting for the next time she’d offer it to me. And I fuckingreveledin it whenshe did.
Scarlett grabbed my hand, pulling me from my seat and leading the way to the enormous gray sofa in her living room. I took a seat in the corner of the couch as she reached across the coffee table for the remote.My stomach clenched when she took a seat in the opposite corner, but I quickly kicked it down.
“Do you have a movie preference?”
“Whatever you want to watch,” I offered, as a rumble of thunder sounded outside.
“Let’s watch a rom-com since I know you love them so much.” She laughed at her own joke, and it was fucking adorable.
“Whatever makes you happy, Red.”
And I meant it.
Scarlett hopped up from where she was sitting on the couch and rounded the coffee table, grabbing a blanket from the accent chair in the corner and carrying it down the hall with her.
“I’ll grab you one from the closet,” she said, holding up the blanket as she walked out of sight.
A few seconds later, she drifted back into the room with her face scrunched. “So, there’s asmallproblem…” She paused right in front of the television, blocking the view of the opening credits. “It’s Sunday…” Her eyes darted across the room and her cheeks had turned that rosy color I loved.
“It is,” I replied, not understanding the angle she was coming from. Was she trying to make a lame excuse for me to leave or something?
“Sunday is my laundry day. So, all of my blankets and bedding are in the washer right now. Except for this one.” Scarlett held up the singular blanket she pulled from the chair a few minutes ago. “Uhh, w-we could share it if you want? It’s pretty big and I promise I don’t have any germs. I swear! I took a shower this morning. Scout’s honor!” she exclaimed, holding up three fingers on her right hand.
Fuck, she was cute when she was nervous. Seeing her cheeks turn that light shade of pink and watching her as she tried to pretend she wasn’t flustered made my cock jump.
“I don’t mind sharing, Red.” I nudged my head toward the couch next to me. “I don’t have any germs either. Scout’s honor,” I snarked with a wink, and those flushed cheeks were as ripe as a cherry.
Scarlett draped the blanket over our legs and inched closer to me so we could both have an equal amount of coverage. I was an entire foot taller than her though so I’m not sure her logic was sound, but I wasn’t going to fight her on it if it meant having her closer to me.
Throughout the movie, she would sneak glances at me during her favorite parts to see if I was enjoying them as much as she was. And halfway through the movie, she rested her head on my shoulder, dozing in and out of consciousness until the final credits rolled across the screen.
“Can I ask you a question?” Scarlett asked sleepily.
“Anything.”
“Do you want to get married one day?”
