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“This.” He gestured to the entire club. “Going out every night. Random hook ups. No strings attached.”
He didn’t sound judgmental, just sort of curious, but I still felt as though I needed to reassure him that I didn’t regret settling down for a real relationship.
“I won’t lie. I had a lot of fun back then, and the attention was great.” He looked at me, but I couldn’t get a good read of his expression in the flashing lights. “But none of it ever came close to this. Toyou.I don’t miss it because I have something real to hold onto now.”
He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer.
“Besides,” I continued. “If I wanted attention, all I’d have to do is post a video of us right now. Our followers on The Loop would love it.”
He smirked and pulled out his phone. “Let’s see if that’s true.”
We leaned in close for a quick loop of us holding up our drinks, and I watched as he saved it to his drafts.
“Not going to post it after all?”
He shook his head. “After we leave. We don’t want all the Seawolves fans in a thirty-mile radius showing up.”
I took a sip of my beer. “Good call.”
We stayedat the club long enough for Jacobs to convince almost everyone that dancing would help our performance on the field. I had a couple more drinks, danced with Crew, and watched Ramos leave with one of the bridesmaids.
By the time we got back to the apartment, I was slightly buzzed and feeling relaxed.
“You good?” I asked as we kicked off our shoes at the door.
“Yeah. Just hoping my legs don’t give out on me tomorrow. I can’t remember the last time I danced that much.” Crew headed for the couch.
I took a seat next to him. “Are you going to post that video of us?”
He nodded but handed me the phone. “You’re better at captions and that hashtag shit.”
I took his cell and typed out a quick caption:
Fun night out with my favorite guy. #teammates2lovers #HABS
Crew leaned over my shoulder. “What the fuck is HABS?”
“Husbands and boyfriends.” I shrugged. “Like WAGS, but for us guys.”
He laughed. “That’s ridiculous.”
“If by ridiculous, you mean genius, then I agree.”
Within minutes, likes and comments began rolling in.
Crew raised an eyebrow and read one out loud.“I don’t know which version of Knox is hotter. The one in uniform or the one in the club.”
He gave me a playful scowl. “This is the worst app ever.”
I grinned. “Don’t be jealous.”
“I’m not, but I would like to point out that it’s harder to check someone out in their uniform when they’re covered in catcher’s gear.”
“Didn’t stop me, but if it’ll make you feel better, I can post a video of you lifting weights shirtless tomorrow.” I thought about that for a second. “Actually … no. I think I’ll keep all that hotness to myself.”
“So selfish.” He moved closer to me and slid his hand up my thigh.
I caught his wrist, halting his movements. “Careful. You don’t want to start something you’re too tired to finish.”
