Page 91 of Securing the Pucking Rebound
Fuck. I’m pathetic. But whatever. Shit could certainly be worse than spending my evening chatting to an incredibly hot girl who has no idea just how obsessed I am with her.
Her cheeks heat as she settles, I assume on her bed. “Don’t worry, I noticed.”
Instantly, my head goes back to that moment against her kitchen wall when I pressed my more-than-obvious hard-on against her and freaked her the fuck out. Not my finest moment. But fuck, she drives me fucking wild. All she has to do is smile in my direction and I’m rocking a semi.
I swear, it’s like she makes me a teenage boy again. I remember all too well how hard I had to work to hide my boner from her that summer. I didn’t want to freak her out then, either.
“So, are you gonna show me or not?” I keep pressing.
“Ugh, fine. You’re a real pain in the ass, you know that?”
“I’ve been told a time or two, yeah.”
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” she says before turning her camera around.
“Holy shit. It looks like you never moved out.” I balk at her soft lilac walls, the flower fairy lights that are strung around her vanity mirror, the stuffed animals filling a shelf, and even more photos than what fill her apartment now. Only, in almost all of these, she’s young.
“Do you know what’s worse?” she admits. “I never actually lived here. My parents moved it all from our old house.”
“Wow. Okay, that’s …”
“A lot, I know.”
“Is Garrett’s room the same?”
“If you mean, is it lilac with girly stuff everywhere, then no.” I can’t help but laugh as the image of her brother lying on frilly pastel sheets fills my mind. “It’s painted Vipers green and is covered in trophies.”
“He played?”
“A little. But he’s also a nerd, so they’re mixed in with chess trophies and others for counting and stuff.”
“Counting and stuff?” I ask, curious.
“Yeah, like I said, he’s a nerd.”
Sienna shows me almost all of her room before suddenly flipping the camera around before she gets to the final corner.
“Wait,” I say. “I didn’t see it all.”
“You saw all the important stuff,” she says under her breath. “So, tell me about your day.”
“Darlin’, are you blushing?”
“No,” she states firmly, unable to meet my eyes as she follows it up with, “It’s just hot in here.”
“Right. Yeah. Sure.”
Silence falls between us before I ask. “Sienna, what is in that corner?”
“It’s…” She glances over, and I swear her cheeks only get redder. “N-nothing.”
“Cool, so if it’s nothing, then you can show me, right?”
“Calvin,” she warns.
“Sienna,” I counter.
“Ugh, fine. But you can’t tease me about this until our dying day.”
