End Game by Lisa Helen Gray

Author:Lisa Helen Gray [Helen Gray, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-01-01T16:00:00+00:00

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We walk through the door and come to a sudden stop when we find Mark leaning on the back of the sofa, his ankles and arms crossed, a stern expression on his face.

“If you get a cold, don’t blame me.”

I roll my eyes at him. “I won’t. I’ve already filled that spot.”

He observes Banner for a split second before his expression fills with mirth. “Who?”

“Banner.”

“What? Why me? I brought blankets,” he argues, looking affronted. “And what about the puddles? Don’t they count for something?”

My lips twist as I tap my chin, pretending to think about it. “Depends how bad this cold will get.”

“Well, it’s gonna get worse if you don’t get in the shower and warm up,” he urges, pushing me towards the bathroom.

I laugh. “Okay. You go shower in the bathroom, I’ll use Mark and Levi’s en-suite.”

“Don’t be long, otherwise this dinner will go dry and taste like shit,” Mark shouts from the kitchen.

Not wanting to make him wait any longer, I rush into his room and turn on the shower. I’m stripped down and about to step inside when I realise I never grabbed any stuff. With Banner in the shower I normally occupy, it’s not like I can go and get them. Instead, I use what Mark has, wincing when I pick up his mint shower gel. I hate the smell of mint. It reminds me of the leaves my granddad likes to chew on. It’s gross.

What’s worse is the second I scrub some onto my skin, it burns, yet feels cold. “Holy fucking Christ. Is there acid in this?” I ask myself, picking the bottle up to read it.

I quickly wash it off, but the cool feeling is still there. I’m grateful Levi doesn’t use cheap men’s shampoo, choosing to use Dove instead. There is no way I’m going to jump in the shower again tonight to wash my hair just because Mark’s shampoo has made it feel like cardboard. I made the mistake of using it when I first got here. It dried rock hard and looked thick with grease.

My mind wanders back to the park and the way Banner held me. He was about to kiss me, there was no mistaking it. And he would have, if that lad hadn’t kicked his football at us. We would have picked up where we left off to if Mark hadn’t had called me. I can’t even be mad at Mark or the lad for interrupting the moment—the perfect moment for a first kiss—because they didn’t know about it. And deep down, a small part of me is glad the lad kicked the ball at us. My insecurities are screaming at me that I’ll lose him if we ever take our relationship further.

Down on paper, this situation seems pretty straight forward: the girl should just tell the boy she loves him. It’s the advice I would give someone if they were in my situation. The only difference is my feelings. I feel deeply for Banner. It’s the kind of love that only comes once in a lifetime.

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