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He added a fire emoji and a hockey stick.

I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face as I typed back.

Oliver: Only because I knew you were watching

Was it wrong adding a winky flirty face? If it was, then whatever, because I sent five of them.

The exchange went on, each message flirtier than the last.

Jackson: Do you always do that sexy stretching thing before the game?

Oliver: Yep

Jackson: I think you should stop in case half the arena combusts at the sight of your ass.

Oh my god.Oh my god.

Oliver: I’ll stop then. But when the Storm loses all their games, it’s on you.

Jackson: Hmmmm. Maybe I should just come to every game. Just in case.

Oliver: Guess I’ll have to make sure you get season tickets then. Only fair.

Jackson: Only if you promise to score a goal for me next time.

Oliver: It’s a deal. I’ll score for you any day.

Jamie, eventually noticing the smile I couldn’t wipe off my face, paused the show. “Okay, out with it. Who’s put that grin on your face? Is it your sexy detective?”

I hesitated, the warmth from Jackson’s messages still lingering. “Maybe.”

Jamie raised an eyebrow but didn’t press.

Jackson: I can’t stop thinking about that kiss

Oliver: Me neither

Oliver: I want to do it again

Shit. I was straight-up, blushing now, the heat prickling my skin.

Jackson: I want to kiss you some more

Jackson: Everywhere

Oliver: Me too.

Jackson: Jesus, I have to go to bed. I’m up at five

Oliver: Thinking of me?

Jackson: I am now. Night. Xx

Oliver: Night xx

My inner teenager was amped for the kisses, and the fact Jackson was thinking of me. Gah. I needed to get my tired self to bed and think about the kiss.

Or more like get myself off thinking about him kissing me all over.

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