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I could faintly make out a phone going off. Judging by where my pants were thrown, it was mine.
As much as I wanted to stay in this moment, we were tempting fate. We hadn’t locked the door and I wasn’t in the mood to castrate any guy that witnessed Riley in this blissed-out state.
After helping her clean up, we redressed then returned everything back in the room to normal.
My phone was still going manic when I zipped up my pants. I pulled it from my pocket. There were three missed calls from Levi, as well as a message from Tanner. I opened that first.
TANNER:Feel free to pull shots like that for the Bobcats next year. But don’t even think about trying that shit out against Allentown in a few weeks.
Riley caught sight of her brother’s name over my shoulder. Her eyebrows hit the roof.
“You and Tanner are chummy now?”
“Oh yeah,” I smugly answered. “Not only is he my girlfriend’s brother, but there’s a high chance we’ll be teammates next year. It was time to bury the hatchet.”
Riley laughed. “I did not see this coming.”
I hadn’t either, but it was turning out to be a good surprise. Though not as good as Riley agreeing to start a life in Texas with me. That was the best fucking surprise known to man.
“Wait,” Riley said, tugging on my hand when I reached for the door. “One more for the road.”
As her lips brushed mine, I allowed the gravity to sink in. This was happening. Riley and I were happening. Fuck my friends. They could wait a bit longer.
Tonight’s announcers had said nothing else that happened tonight would top the feeling from scoring the game winning goal, but they were wrong. This topped it by so much the comparison wasn’t even on the same scale.
EPILOGUE
You decide, Caufield
WILL
“Don’t you do it,” Parker mumbled. “Don’t you fucking–” Parker threw her arms up in the air. “She fucking did it.”
“Did what?” Tanner asked from beneath the cushion he was hiding behind.
Rather than run through the wide-open front door, the main character had just bolted upstairs where the ghost was waiting.
Parker rolled her eyes. “Babe, the fact you’re this scared of a horror film is a serious turn off.”
Turns out the inability to watch a scary movie was in the Hall-Holbeck-Dover genes. We were watching the sequel to Ghost Slayer. Riley and Tanner had watched approximately five minutes of it, and that was between them.
Tanner nudged Parker. “What’s happening?”
“Ditch the pillow if you want to know you pathetic child.”
Riley chuckled. Not that she had a leg to stand on. Her head had been in my lap the entire time. She was lying on her side with her back to the TV, reading on her phone. She wasn’t even pretending to be invested.
“I should’ve voted for Riley’s shitty movie,” Tanner grumbled.
We’d held a vote for which movie to watch tonight. Riley had voted for a romcom. Tanner had voted for some monstrosity action number. Parker and I had agreed on Ghost Slayer Reborn – giving it two votes and the win.
“Hey, Ri?” Tanner whispered loudly.
Riley tilted back in my lap, which was turning out to be its own type of torture. Every movement she’d made throughout the film had literally filtered through my dick.
“Yeah?” Riley loudly whispered back.
“Dad asked if you and Will are free for dinner next week. Parker and I can do Monday or Thursday night.”
