Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
~MAC~
We’re lying in bed together. He’s watching me with those brown eyes I could get lost in. Danny looks so sexy in the dimly lit room.
“So, is today a cheat day? Do you get something sweet for winning the game?” he asks me, breaking the comfortable silence we’ve fallen into.
I shrug. “I guess I could have something sweet. I do love my ice cream.”
“I would love to cover you with ice cream,” he croons.
I shiver. “What would that be like?”
“Oh, no one’s ever done that with you before, huh?” His smile grows wider by the second.
“No, no one has. Have you done that with a lot of the women you’ve dated?” My voice shakes a bit as I ask. I’m not sure that we’re actually dating. In fact, I know that we’re not. But I’m not sure I want to hear about what he’s done with other women in his bed.
“Sometimes” is all he says. It’s like he reads me well and knows that he should keep it vague.
“Ah, okay.” I let the rest of my words die on my tongue.
“What are you so worried about? Do you want ice cream, or do you want to talk about the number of women I’ve bedded?” he asks me, pulling me to him.
“I would say it doesn’t matter how many women you’ve been with. That’s not what this is.” I lie to him so easily, and if he can see through it, he doesn’t say a word.
“Yeah, that’s not what this is,” he says. He has a glint in his eyes, like he almost wants to have this conversation, but I’m going to stop it.
“I’m your story. This can’t be anything other than a few great nights together,” I remind him.
“And when my story is done, are we done?” he asks me. “Because I can make the story take all season long.”
I giggle. “I’m pretty sure the Cromwell’s wouldn’t like that. In fact, August asked me about it before the game. They’re going to want to see results.”
“Oh, I have some results for them. I’ve spent a lot of time with their striker, and she makes some damn good moves.
I love how bright your smile is when they announce you.
I’ve never seen you so happy as when you are out there on the field.
” He pushes a stray strand of hair from my face and then adds, “I mean, you look so happy when you’re coming too, but I’m pretty sure a stadium full of people can’t see you looking like that. ”
“No, I’m pretty sure that’s a bad idea,” I say. “Did you want any ice cream?” I ask him in an attempt to change the conversation.
“Maybe. What do you have?” His blue eyes are shining at me. I’m sure he knows what I’m doing, but maybe he’ll allow it.
“Oh, are we picky with our ice cream?” I tease him, knowing full well that I, too, am picky about my ice cream. When Cassie and I moved into our first apartment, we spent many nights bonding over Ben & Jerry’s. No matter how broke I was, I always had Ben & Jerry’s.
“Eh, let’s just say I hope you have something better than vanilla.
I have mint chocolate chip.” I tell him, knowing full well that I do.
I just want to see his reaction. Mint chocolate chip is one of those flavors that you either love or you hate.
There doesn’t appear to be an in-between that I have found.
“Is it the green kind?”
“Is there any other kind? I mean, is mint ice cream even mint if it’s not green?” I laugh, thinking about how silly it is to take a stand on whether the mint is green or white. When really it’s only green if you put food coloring in it.
He chuckles. “No, I guess not.”
I get out of bed and head into the kitchen. I grab two bowls, peeking out my kitchen window. It overlooks my backyard.