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I stroked his cheek, feeling the scruff of his playoff beard underneath my thumb. “Technically, I’m responsible for half a dozen of those views.”
“Wow, stalker,” he muttered.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “But it was everything I was hoping to hear from you.”
His chest rose and fell against mine as he hugged me again. “I was hoping it would do the trick. I meant every word.”
Mason popped up next to us. “I helped!”
“No, you didn’t,” Grayson replied.
“Well, I provided moral support.”
“Also no.”
“I was adjacent to you while you filmed!” Mason insisted. “That counts for something!”
I patted him on the arm. “Thanks for talking some sense into this stubborn asshole.”
Mason gave me a boyish grin. “You’d better hang onto this one, captain. She’s smart.”
Grayson glared at me. “You’re the asshole.”
“You’re a bigger one.”
“More famous, maybe,” he replied.
I raised an eyebrow. “I thought you didn’t care about your fame?”
“No, but it’s intensely satisfying that the first TikTok video I posted has already gotten more views than anything you’ve ever done.”
“Firstvideo? Implying you’ll publish more?”
He shrugged. “I might try my hand at becoming an influencer if this hockey thing doesn’t pan out.”
We drove straight to his place. His condo was about as nice as I expected, several tiers above my own apartment. But I was too tired to tease him about it.
“Don’t make too much noise, you two,” Mason warned us while he went into his room. “I need to get my sleep.”
“Fuck off,” Grayson growled at him.
“Yes! Exactly. Fuckoff. No other fucking.”
The look Grayson gave Mason could have melted ice.
But when we climbed into bed together, we didn’t fool around. I cuddled up against his hard, warm body and closed my eyes.
We were both too tired to do anything else. It had been a long day. For now, we were happy to just be together.
“Three million views,” I whispered in the darkness. “I can’t believe it.”
“I guess I’m a natural,” he replied. “Hope that doesn’t bother you. Me being more popular on your own social media platform, that is.”
“You’re an arrogant ass,” I replied.
He gently caressed my arm. “Fuck you, too, pussycat.”
Tucked against Grayson’s body, I slept like a corpse. The next thing I knew, light was peeking through the corner of Grayson’s blackout curtains, and he was shifting in bed. I let him roll me over on my side, and then he spooned me from behind.
