Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
Jason: Hey, beautiful.
Scottie: Hi.
Jason: It’s been almost a month. Are you coming back anytime soon? I miss you so fucking much.
Scottie: It’s been two weeks.
Jason: I’m using emotional-math. Two weeks apart = at least thirty days in Jason time.
Scottie: Sure, but we saw each other yesterday—you were having a lot of fun while I was . . . I can’t sext right now. Let’s move this forward. How are you?
Jason: I just crushed my first full-team workout without tripping over my own feet.
Scottie: :heart-eyes: emoji That’s adorable. Should I get you a gold star? Maybe a cookie?
Jason: I’ll take both.
Jason: And a kiss.
Jason: No, wait—I deserve a blow job. I’m basically a goddamn inspiration right now. [Kidding. Sort of. (Mostly not.)]
Scottie: Ambitious. I respect that.
Jason: Say the word, Crawford. I’ll fly to you right fucking now. I’ll even eat your pussy while I’m visiting.
Scottie: As tempting as that visual is . . .
Scottie: You can’t.
Scottie: You’re supposed to be getting back into game shape, remember? Not risking your first comeback game because you couldn’t keep it in your pants.
Jason: I’d rather keep it in your mouth—or your pussy. It’d be completely worth it, though.
Scottie: :joy: emoji Behave, Tate. I’ll text you when I have a break.