Players Game 01 - Fraternize by Rachel Van Dyken

Author:Rachel Van Dyken [Dyken, Rachel Van]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781477809204
Publisher: Skyscape
Published: 2017-09-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

EMERSON

I had no right to be jealous. But I was. So jealous I was ready to lose my mind. I’d had too much to drink, that much I knew. Typically, I only allowed myself a maximum of two, but I’d had a third after Sanchez kept beating me at stupid Indian poker.

Kinsey and Miller were talking in the corner again, and it took everything in me not to eavesdrop. He wasn’t mine. I had no claim on him. And it wasn’t fair that I wanted both him and Sanchez.

What type of person did that make me anyway?

Disgusted with myself, I quickly started tossing red plastic cups in the trash and cleaning up the best I could.

My hands were shaking by the time I got close enough to hear them exchange phone numbers. When I looked up, they were saying good-bye to the rest of us.

Were they leaving together?

Was it my business?

A few of Sanchez’s teammates followed them into the hall, talking loud enough to make my ears ring.

Leaving just Sanchez and me.

“You’re staying, right?” He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my stomach.

I wish I could say it made me shiver, that his touch did things to me—and it did, to an extent—but the feelings he evoked were nothing compared to the ones I was always comparing them to. Just another thing that made me a horrible person. Sanchez was in a contest he would never win, and he literally had no idea.

“You tense when I do that,” he whispered in my ear. “I hug you, and you tense. I kiss you, and I can almost hear the wheels turning in your head.”

Maybe it was because I’d been drinking, but I hung my head and whispered, “Sometimes it’s hard to forget the past.”

Sanchez tightened his hold on me. “You can’t move on if you keep holding on, Curves.”

I leaned back against him. “I know. I just . . . A part of me misses him.”

“You never had closure?”

“No.” I wasn’t sure how much to tell him. “I called and was told he’d moved on. I mean what else do you do, right? When I tried calling him again, the number had been disconnected.”

He hissed out a curse.

“We were kids,” I said in defense of both of us.

“Age doesn’t make pain any less traumatic.”

I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck. “For a football player, you’re pretty smart.”

His forehead touched mine. “I went to Stanford and graduated with honors, Curves. I’m a fucking genius.”

“And so humble too,” I teased.

“You humble me,” he fired back just as fast. “Care to change that no to a yes?”

“Nope.”

“Can I at least kiss you then?”

I didn’t answer.

“You know.” Sanchez’s eyes sparked with intensity, and they were focused solely on me. It was enough for my stomach to erupt with butterflies. Guys like him were dangerous to girls like me, girls who desperately wanted to give their heart to someone who promised to take good care of it. “I wasn’t always this suave playboy with a heart of gold.

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