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“He just asked what was going on,” Eli says, shoving his skates into his bag. “Wants to make sure I don’t ‘distract’ her from school or some shit.”

I snort. “He’s a protective father, huh.”

He flexes his arm a little, rolling his shoulder.

I narrow my eyes. “You good?”

“Sore.”

“Then get checked out by Jade.”

Eli shrugs. “Why? We’re benched. Fucking mascots for the next game.”

“Not for long.” Knowing I’m going to convince Coach to let me play. “And? You planning on sitting out the whole season?”

He doesn’t answer. Which means he knows I’m right.

I grab my bag. “Just get checked, dumbass. Jade is one of the best physiotherapists on campus. She will have you sorted asap.”

“Fine. But I’m waiting for Sienna first.”

That perks me right up. “She is coming here?”

“We have something to do. Why?”

I stare at him. Is he being fucking protective or what’s ours too? “Alright.”

He looks at me. “If you’re gonna be involved, at least get checked too.”

I blink. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Means if you want to keep putting your dick in what’s mine, you’re going to listen to my rules.”

“What’s yours?” I counter. “She’s ours.”

He steps to me. “It’s not your name tattooed on her, is it?”

I laugh as his phone rings. When he looks at the screen, so do I. It’s her.

He answers it, staying right where he is. He glares at me like I’m the enemy.

“Hey, I’m at the library now,” she says, and I smirk.

Eli says, “Okay. I’ll be there soon.”

He ends the call, meeting my gaze head on.

“I’ll get her,” I offer.

He scoffs, but I stop him by patting his shoulder.

“If she thinks she’s yours–”

“She is,” he says like he’s sure.

I sigh. “I can get checked.”

Eli glances around the locker room. “It’s for her.”