Page 96 of Playbook
“Okay?”
“What’s this?” He moves the hand that was in my hair into view and between his thumb and forefinger is a tiny little metallic blue penis.
My face heats. “Oh god.”
I run my hands over the rest of my hair, searching for any more penis confetti. I knew it was a bad idea. I’m going to be finding it in the apartment for weeks…and I guess on me as well.
“I’m starting to wonder if work was so boring after all.” He still has the offending confetti in hand and he’s smirking at me.
“I was putting together the goody bags for Sierra’s bachelorette party.”
“A penis-themed goody bag, huh? Why wasn’t I invited? I love a good theme.” He finally sets the confetti on the table but shakes his head at it like he’s never seen anything quite like it.
“You want to come?”
He looks at me like I just asked the dumbest question ever. “Absolutely. Am I allowed or is it girls only? Maybe I could crash it later when you’re all tipsy and handsy.”
I blush at the reminder that he knows firsthand how I am when I drink too much. Although to be fair, I’ve never been as handsy with anyone else, drunk or not.
“They’re actually having a joint party, so if you want to come, I’m sure Ben would be thrilled.”
He nods and then his smile pulls the corners of his lips higher. “When is it?”
“Next weekend. Saturday. We’re just going to hit up the bars and clubs downtown.” I don’t want him to think we’ve got VIP access or private rooms like he’s probably used to. We’ll be out in the main areas and very visible, which means he’ll be very visible.
“Joint party…” He trails off. “I thought the whole point of those parties was one last night of living the single life.”
“Probably for some people,” I say.
“But not them.”
“No. They seem pretty excited about getting married.”
“So I can be your date?” he asks, looking hopeful and adorable.
“If you want.”
“I literally can’t think of anything I want more than seeing you in action at a bachelorette party. Are you going to wear a sexy little dress and one of those sash things girls wear out?”
I hold in a laugh. “I think those are a requirement of bachelorette parties.”
“God bless them.” He leans in and takes my mouth.
I forget we’re sitting at a table with his teammates until someone tosses a balled-up napkin at us. “No making out at the table.”
Brogan drapes his arm along the back of my chair and scoots closer. “Don’t be jealous because I’m the only one that was smart enough to bring my girl to dinner.”
“Rookie’s not wrong,” Cody says begrudgingly. “For once.”
They all commiserate in nods and grunts of acknowledgment.
I realize then how well we’re selling it. People think we’re really a couple.
And so does my freaking heart.
TWENTY-SIX
Ilove the sounds on the field during a game. Everything from the crowd yelling and cheering to the snap of the football, and everything in between. There’s magic in the air. It seeps under my skin and makes it hard to stand still.
