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“No,” I insist. “It won’t.”
“Okay, my friend.” Silas pats my shoulder. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
For real, I’m genuinely confused. And I’m getting a headache from this convo.
The thing is, outside of the physical satisfaction of release, I don’t feel much of anything when I have sex. It’s good and fun, but I don’t obsess about it. And there’s definitely no emotions involved. Feelings make things messy and complicated. I witnessed all the unnecessary drama that a relationship brings, and I have no desire to repeat my parents’ mistakes.
All I need is casual sex. And once I come, I’m ready to go back to the next thing that catches my eye. My only hyperfixation is hockey. I’ve got a short attention span for anything, or anyone, else.
“But speaking of love,” Silas murmurs and suddenly points to the other side of the room. “It looks like Jett’s about to get over his breakup.”
My head turns around so fast I’m pretty sure I’ve got whiplash.
Sure enough, Jett’s standing at the end of the hallway, leaning against the wall like he’s about to settle in for the night. And worse, Gage is the one he’s about to settle in with.
So much for him being in a rush to get out of here…
Jett sure as fuck hauled ass to get away from you.
I don’t know what I hate more, the fact that Jett’s so obviously at ease with my friend—hell, with anyone who isn’t me—or the idea that they might hook up. Gage leans in closer, saying something that has Jett’s husky laughter echoing above the din. The sound does something funny to my insides, and my stomach flips over like it does on game day.
What is happening right now?
And why do I care?
“What the fuck is he doing?” I say out loud.
“If I were single, exactly what I would do,” Silas admits. “Come on, you can’t blame Gage. Jett’s hot.”
“That’s not the point,” I hiss.
Silas stares at me like I’ve got snot on my face.
“What’s the problem? What happens between them is their business.”
“The guy just broke up with his asshole boyfriend. Gage needs to leave him be.”
“I think you need to relax, maybe lie down? Clearly the head-shaving has affected you and not in a good way.”
“Don’t you have a husband to get back to?”
“But I thought you wanted me to stay?” Silas snarks.
I hear Jett’s laugh again and it makes my already irritable mood sour.
Without pause, I leave my teammate in the kitchen and stomp down the hallway. Every step closer to Jett, the more pissed off I get. He finally drags his attention away from Gage and our eyes lock.
Don’t.
Is that Jett’s warning or mine? I should turn around, ignore him, leave them be. Instead, I keep going, and my mouth, as usual, runs ahead of me.
“I thought you were done here.”
“I was done with you,” Jett counters. “Didn’t realize I needed your permission to talk to anyone else.”
“You don’t,” I hit back, the bite in my voice unrecognizable. “Unless of course you’re going to use my friend to get back at your ex?”
“Ean,” Gage warns, but I wave my friend off.
