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“Hey,” she says without looking up.
“Come back to bed. It’s early.”
“I have to go. And this can’t happen again.” She pulls her T-shirt over her head, which is a damn shame because waking up to Kaitlyn’s perky boobs is a fantastic way to start the day.
I was prepared for this and have all sorts of reasons to contradict whatever excuse she comes up with. Exhibit A,everythingabout last night.
“Why not?”
“If the guys on the team found out, or the coaches… that wouldn’t look good for me.”
I sit up in bed. “I see your point, but come on, last night was pretty great. There’s nothing in the rules about players and managers hooking up.”
She doesn’t argue but she keeps getting dressed.
“Let’s hang out later today. What time are you done with classes?”
“Did you hear the thing I said about this.” She motions between us, but she’s smiling now. “Not happening again?”
Kaitlyn’s default is always no. Honestly, I don’t think she even lets herself entertain an idea before she adamantly shuts it down.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed and get to my feet. Her scarf is on the floor and I pick it up and drape it around her neck.
“You said you wanted me to try the five-eighths. Let’s do that tonight.”
“You want me to work extra? That’s your play for getting me to spend more time with you?” She finishes putting on her coat and then buttons it.
“I’ll help you fold laundry afterward.”
“Yeah… no thanks. That’s the opposite of helpful.”
“Come on. It’ll be fun. I can show off my awesome skating skills and then you can boss me around with whatever you need done—laundry, organizing, cleaning.”
“It would be nice to have someone else spray down Kirk’s pads.” She scrunches up her nose.
“Done. Now get out of here before you change your mind.”
She arches a brow.
“I’m kidding. Give me five and I’ll walk you.”
“No need. I don’t need anyone seeing us together. Can you just make sure the coast is clear downstairs?”
“Yeah, in a minute,” I say and pick her up and take her back to my bed.
13
Kaitlyn
“I’m sorry about last night. Did you go anyway?” Vivian sits on my bed while I brush through my wet hair in the attached bathroom of my dorm room. My plan to get out of Lex’s place early and shower before classes was thwarted by a whole lot of making out. I barely made it to my eight o’clock and then I had to sit through the next two hours smelling like sex.
“What?”
“Vino and Veritas. Did you go?” she asks again.
“Oh right. Yes, I went. How was study group?”
“Boring. So, what was it like? Did you see the hottie bartender?”
