seem to do well when you’re there. So…
Ellie: It has nothing to do with me.
Kingston: I wouldn’t assume anything. I had a rocky season last year. The only difference between then and now is … you.
Ellie: Aww. That’s better than flowers.
Kingston: Nice try. I know not to send you flowers.
Ellie: I detest getting flowers. However, sweet words will get you where you want to be.
Kingston: Damn good information to have.
26
Thursday, November 3rd
Ellie: Sorry about the loss tonight.
Kingston: I told you, I do better when you’re at the game.
Ellie: I tend to disagree, but if you hadn’t been in St. Louis, I would’ve been there.
Kingston: Well, now I wish you were here for entirely different reasons.
Ellie: Like?
Kingston: Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because your presence alone would turn a shitty night better.
Ellie: I’m going to take that as a compliment.
Kingston: As you should.
Ellie: Well, I can tell you one thing I would do if I was there.
Kingston: What’s that?
Ellie: I’d start with distracting you.
Ellie: With my mouth.
Kingston: Aww, fuck. Just mentioning it worked.
27
Ellie
Sunday, November 6th
“And then?”
I knew the second I invited my best friend to come over and share a bottle of wine (or two), the topic would land on Kingston. It’s a good thing I gave Bianca permission to go to the movies tonight with Gabby, otherwise, it’s possible she would’ve been scarred for life.
Never mind the fact that the subject Noelle and I are currently on is completely my fault. We’ve been happily talking about crazy things that’ve happened at the bar when all of a sudden, I contract diarrhea of the mouth, spilling every damn thing that happened between me and Kingston on Tuesday morning.
Now, as is usually the case, Noelle wants to know everything.
“Was it fantastic? Phenomenal? Earth-shattering?”
“Something along those lines,” I agree.
“I’ve never understood why the two of you haven’t bumped uglies already.”
“That sounds really disgusting,” I say with a giggle. I mean, seriously, who came up with that?
“What else?”
“Nothing else.” I grin, loving the fact that I’m irritating her.
“Oh, come on,” Noelle grumbles. “If you fucked Mount Rushmore, I need deets. Right down to the size and shape.”
I choke on my wine, bolting upright on my couch to keep from drenching myself and the cushions with red liquid.
“Was it big? Small? Thin? What about the head? Short? Long? Wide? Does he have big balls? Does he shave? Is he circumcised? Surely he is.”
Knowing Noelle is on a roll and the only way to stop her is to feed her information, I hold up a hand. “Big,” I say, coughing to clear my throat.
“Big big? Or mediocre big?”
“Huge big.” I’m laughing uncontrollably at this point. And now the word big sounds funny to me. Which makes me laugh harder.
“So, long and thin? Short and fat? Long and fat? God, I hope he’s long and fat.”
I frown.
“For your sake. Geez.”
I shake my head, then dare to take another sip of my wine as I once again settle into the soft, cool leather.
“Does he manscape?” Noelle asks, her eyes wide.
I nod, still grinning. The guy quite possibly has the most beautiful penis I’ve ever seen. Not that I’ve seen all that many, but still. Granted, I’m not going to share all the deets with Noelle. A girl has to keep a few secrets to herself.
“Where’d you do it?”
“Shower.”
“Oh, lordy. Shower sex?”
“Mm-hmm. Fucking great shower sex.” Okay, I probably should lay off the wine.
“Did he screw you against the wall?”
“Yep.”
Noelle is nodding her head as though she’s compiling the information into a plausible scene. “Then what?”
I shrug. “Then we finished our shower, he grabbed his bag from his truck, got dressed, I walked him to the door, and he went to practice. I went about my business. We haven’t talked about it since.” Granted, we might’ve shared a few dirty texts since then. Since he had a game on Thursday and the team’s been on the road since Wednesday before that, it’s been our only option, really.
“You just booted him on his sexy ass? Then ignored him all week? That’s cruel.”
I didn’t exactly boot him out, and I definitely didn’t ignore him. It’s as though he sensed I needed a little space. Again, the traveling thing has helped. I’m not entirely sure what happened between us, but there has been a buzzing in my brain ever since that says whatever it was should happen again. Soon.
“God, I love shower sex,” Noelle groans. “It’s been so long since I had shower sex.”
“It’s better if you have a man for that,”