The Guy on the Left (The Underdogs 2)

“Parker’s been trying to get ahold of you too.”

“Yeah, I spoke to her, thanks for ratting me out.”

He winces. “My bad.”

“Yeah, you’re going to pay for that.”

“I’ll make it up to you.”

“I’m going to hold you to it. It feels like forever since I’ve seen you.” My eyes water and I curse my stupid hormones.

His expression grows serious. “What’s wrong?”

I sniffle and do my best to get it together. “I just miss you. It’s stupid, right? You’ll be back in a couple weeks.”

“It’s been a long fucking month. The longest of my life, if I’m honest. Too much time away, from Dante, from you. I don’t know how I’m going to feel when I’m on the road.”

“You’ll be playing, not training. Doing what you love. Right now, you’re jumping through hoops to make it happen. It’ll all work out in your favor.”

His beautiful blue eyes penetrate me through the screen as he lays on a pillow, his hand behind his head, bicep bulging. “Fuck, I wish I was there.”

“Me too, I would lick the shit out of that bicep.”

“You like that?”

“Uh huh.”

His mouth lifts. “Will you like me when I’m old, fat, and have saggy man butt?”

I smirk. “Doubt it.”

“Damn, that’s cruel.”

I shrug. “Just being honest. Mind tipping that camera down a bit?”

He slowly moves the phone down his torso to his happy trail. He’s always been muscular, but now he’s got the build of a gladiator. My fantasies kick into overdrive as I soak him in.

“A little further.”

“Nope,” he says through perfect lips. “Skin for skin.”

“I’m already naked.”

“Really?”

“No. I have on a grumpy cat T-shirt with a strawberry oatmeal stain. You’re dating a single mom, dude. Wise up.”

“Not single anymore.”

“Sorry,” I wince. “Force of habit.”

“Yeah, well sexiest mom I’ve ever seen.”

I drop the phone to my T-shirt and zero in on the stain. “Like that? That doing it for you?”

“Fuck, yes, that’s hot,” he chuckles.

“Oh, wait, here’s some toothpaste, freshly sprayed.”