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“For what?”
Levi chuckled. Kissed him again. “Turn off the alarm tomorrow morning and you’re gonna find out.”
Chapter 13
“Areyousureyou’reokay?” Wes asked Aidan late the next afternoon. They’d already gotten through practice—Levi was slowly but steadily making progress at the left tackle position and that pinched look on Zane’s face was slowly beginning to smooth out—and lunch and several hours of video study in the QB room.
“What? Why?” Aidan had thought he’d been in a pretty damn good mood all day. More than once, he’d actually caught himself smiling at nothing at all, thinking of how the alarm had gone off this morning, Levi’s arm warm and heavy along his body, his cock hard against the back of Aidan’s thigh. How Levi had pulled the covers back and sucked the two brain molecules he usually had in the mornings right out of his dick.
He’d been so loose and relaxed it had actually been easy to tell Levi just how right he’d been.
And when Levi had glanced over at his phone charger, plugged into his side of the bed, raising an eyebrow—asking withoutasking if he should leave it—it had even been doable to tell him he wasn’t sick of him yet.
Levi had grinned then, and Aidan knew he’d gotten what he’d meant.
It was good;hewas good.
But Wes was frowning at him right now like he was being even more nuts than usual.
“I’m just saying. You smiled at that Rams coverage like it was nothing.”
“Been a hell of a lot easier to handle since Donald retired,” Aidan said, because that was better than saying,I’m happy. I didn’t know what that felt like, really, but now I do, and I don’t want to let it go.
He and Wes didn’t really talk about personal shit. But then, Aidan didn’t talk about personal shit withanyone, usually.
Wes didn’t look convinced. “Something’s up with you. I can’t figure out what it is, but it’ssomething. Like you’re actually . . .I don’t know . . .relaxed. It’s kinda freaking me out.”
Aidan wasn’t going to get offended by this. He wasnot.
“I can relax,” he insisted.
Wes shot him a dubious look. “In theory, sure. Not sure if I’ve ever seen it in action, though.”
That was probably fair. Wes probably hadn’t. But then Wes wasn’t Aidan’s favorite person. Wes was the living embodiment ofthe clock is ticking.
Aidan just shrugged. Still not sure if he wanted to discuss any of the particulars of why that might be true. Before they’d met Wes’ hockey friend at Vault, he hadn’t even known what Wes’ ex’s name was.
They just didn’t have that kind of relationship.
You barely have that kind of relationship with anyone, Riley chimed in.Just Landry. And me.
He was going to need to call Riley, and soon, with the way he kept worming his way into his brain in the last twenty-four hours.
“You get laid or something?” Wes asked casually, but the look in his eyes made it clear he thought he was right.
Aidan told himself not to flush but went bright red anyway.
You’re thirty-three years old, he told himself firmly,sex is not a bad word.
“Okay, yeah, that’s cool,” Wes said. “You wanna talk about it?”
“Absolutely not,” Aidan ground out. But even now, he wasn’t actually annoyed. The good mood that had buoyed him all day was still keeping him nice and toasty inside.
The thought that when he and Levi climbed in the car to go home, it would be just them. Just them on the couch, Levi giving him shit for how terrible he was atMario Kart. Levi in his shower. Levi in hisbed.
“It’s not Ramsey, is it?”
“Ramsey?” Who was Ramsey again? Was that a player new to the team whose name he’d already forgotten?Shit. He was usually better about that stuff. Levi had him a little distracted.Understandably, but still. Aidan prided himself on being better than that.
