Infraction (Players Game Book 2) by Rachel Van Dyken

Author:Rachel Van Dyken [Van Dyken, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781542048439
Publisher: Skyscape
Published: 2018-01-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

KINSEY

Two weeks.

That’s how long I’d lived with Quinton Miller.

And in the entire time we’ve lived together it had turned into a terrifyingly normal thing to not only see him in nothing but a towel at least ninety-nine percent of the time, but get flashes of naked ass when he forgot—right, forgot—to do laundry.

In the mornings, he drank milk shirtless, I know because I almost always ran into those muscles every morning in the kitchen.

He made his coffee strong enough that I was worried that one day I’d wake up with chest hair.

And he bought a special mug for mine.

It was pink.

It had a K on it.

In short, Quinton Miller was slowly killing me.

He made protein shakes like a boss, always kept fruit snacks in storage just in case the zombie apocalypse happened and there was a shortage, his words not mine, and he was the perfect gentleman.

I’m talking perfect.

One night after a double practice, I’d come home to him not only drawing me a bubble bath but asking if I’d like champagne to go with it.

It wasn’t until day fifteen that I snapped, completely lost it and nearly rammed my fist through his perfect face, because how the hell dare he! It wasn’t his job to make me happy, or cook me eggs, or make sure that I had my own ceramic coffee cup! We weren’t really dating and all he was doing was making me wish we were, which was really unfair since he was like an emotional terrorist who bombed your heart only to tell you that you’d have to leave the country to find a hospital big enough to fix it!

By the time I got home that night, I was fuming, fuming! He’d left a note in my bag to have a good day.

Right. It said Have a good day.

That’s it.

I was still irritated that I was upset over something so small, something so nice, something that for some damn reason brought tears to my eyes at least four times during practice.

Jax had given me a wide berth the past few weeks, and knowing that I was this pissed was probably killing him as much as it was me.

And then there were the phone calls and visits with the parents, where I pretended to be brave, then cried myself to sleep after.

“Miller!” I slammed the note on the kitchen counter of his immaculate penthouse apartment.

He was nowhere to be seen.

“QUINTON MILLER, YOU GET YOUR ASS IN HERE NOW!” I was full-on squeezing my hands into little fists and getting ready to start throwing dishware all over the kitchen when he rounded the corner.

In a freaking towel.

Again.

“That’s it!” I charged toward him. “This is the last straw!” I tugged the towel free, not really thinking about anything other than how irritated I was that he was basically naked again. I had the towel in one hand and the note scrunched up in my other hand.

And Quinton Miller, sexiest tight end God ever created, was looming over me with a confident grin and little water droplets sliding off his abs onto the floor by his feet.

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