Deep Pockets: A Forced Proximity Romance (Kings and Rivals Book 1) by Nana Malone

Author:Nana Malone [Malone, Nana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sankofa Girl
Published: 2025-03-14T00:00:00+00:00

Lance

Way to go asshole.

I hated seeing Morgan cry. Maybe I'd overreacted. It's not like she tried to run me over on purpose.

I stared at the steering wheel, flexing my hands as guilt gnawed at me. I shouldn't have blown up at her. But something about Morgan always got under my skin, and tonight was no exception.

I glanced up at the loft window. She was in there, probably pacing, hurt and angry because I couldn't keep my cool. Apologizing wasn't my strong suit, but sitting outside like a coward wouldn't solve anything. I parked the car and headed to the elevator, the crisp evening air hitting my face.

Inside the loft, I didn't see her immediately. She must be in the bedroom.

Fix this, dumbass.

In the kitchen, I opened the freezer and found the small tub of rainbow sherbet I'd stashed. I hadn't told her about it when she moved in, figuring I'd need it for a moment exactly like this. Apology sherbet. Classy, Lance.

I grabbed two spoons and headed upstairs. With each step, I felt my earlier frustration lifting. We'd fought before—hell, we'd been fighting most of our lives—but this one felt different. I hadn't meant to lose my temper.

The bedroom door was closed. I knocked softly. No answer.

Try harder.

"Hey, Morgan," I called, keeping my voice light.

Silence.

I cleared my throat. "I've got rainbow sherbet. Your favorite."

After a beat, shuffling feet approached. The door cracked open a few inches, just enough for one eye to peek out.

"You've been hiding sherbet from me?" she asked, her voice thick with accusation—and tears.

I shrugged, holding up the container like a peace offering. "You caught me."

The door opened wider, revealing her face, red and blotchy from crying. It twisted something deep in my chest. I hated being the cause of that look.

"I shouldn't have yelled at you," I said quietly. "I overreacted. I'm sorry."

Her lips twitched like she was about to speak, then she sighed and stepped aside. I took the invitation and walked in, handing her a spoon as she sat on the edge of the bed. I joined her, setting the sherbet between us.

We sat in silence except for the sound of spoons scraping against frozen dairy. It wasn't until I'd taken a few bites that the tension in my shoulders began to ease.

"You didn't overreact," she said softly. "I mean, you kind of did, but I... I shouldn't have freaked out and, you know, run into you with the car."

I let out a short laugh. "Yeah, well, I probably deserved it."

Morgan glanced at me, her mouth curving into the smallest hint of a smile. "No, you didn't."

"Maybe a little," I muttered, earning a weak laugh from her.

The moment faded, and the weight of what happened settled between us.

"I'm sorry, too," she said quietly, setting her spoon down and tucking her knees to her chest. "It reminded me of the last time you tried to teach me to drive. On the bridge." She paused, rubbing her forehead. "You remember that, right?"

"Yeah," I said, my voice rougher than intended.

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