Page 42 of Slap Shot at a Second Chance

We both took a sip and I nodded, appreciating the taste.Man, this brings back memories.

“Where’s Niel?” I asked, suddenly feeling nervous as fuck because of the sudden silence.

“With his grandparents again. He spends a lot of time with them lately,” she whispered as she leaned back against the couch and rubbed her neck. “My mother says she takes him because she knows I’m always tired lately.”

“Or maybe she’s just bored and loves babysitting him?”

“He’s her second son, she favors him the most,” she laughed as she took another sip of her drink. “Oh, by the way. I got a few of the edited photos, do you want to see them?” she asked as she raised her phone and shook it. “But they’re low quality because he sent them on the chat, instead of by email.”

“Hmm, it’s tempting, but I want to be surprised,” I declined.

She grinned, nodding.

“Do you want to know which is my favorite?” She looked at me, her eyes glistening with pure excitement.

I nodded.

“The ones with you in them,” she said and I chuckled, shaking my head as I pushed my fingers through my short locks.

“Well, what can I say? I served onseduction,class,andsexy.” I lifted three of my fingers and she kissed her teeth as she raised her phone and scrolled through a few pictures before landing on one. She clicked on it and showed it to me.

“This was the best picture out of the duo sets,” she said and I stared at the picture of me and Brian. “Although, all of them are great. This one is just one of my favorites.”

“Shit, I never realized it before, but Brian and I are explicitly hot,” I gasped as I put my hand on my chest and she gave out a short giggle as she locked her phone.

“Yeah, the girls are going to go mad when these pictures are released.”

“What about you? Did you go mad?” I asked as I wrapped my arm around her shoulder slightly, and she looked up at me blushing.

Shit.

“I could barely keep it in. You looked good in that suit,” she said, her lips widening as she smiled and my heart skipped a beat.

I never really knew if Avery did stuff like that because she knew how much it affected me or if she was completely clueless about it. However, I really loved it when she looked at me like that.

“Hmm, really?” I took a sip of my drink. “You did a great job of hiding it though,” I teased.

She shook her head, taking another sip of her own drink.

“Oh yeah. You didn’t see just how my legs were shaking, and it wasn’t because of the heels.”

Now why would you go ahead and paint a picture of your legs shaking for me?

“On account of your legs, let me see your feet,” I said as I placed my glass on the table and she widened her eyes, tilting her head to the side.

“Why?”

“You said they were aching yesterday, so I want to make sure they’re not swollen,” I said.

She shook her head, pushing my face away as I leaned over to pull her legs on me.

“No, they’re good!”

“Come on, I’m trying to be romantic.” I licked her hand and she yelped, pulling her hand and I succeeded in getting her legs on my lap. She leaned against the corner of the L-couch and grumbled under her breath how unfair I played.

“Don’t take my socks off,” she murmured.

I wanted to take off her socks so that I could see her cute toes.

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