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Good? That’s all I get?

I press my lips together, hiding a smile as I tuck my hair behind my ears.

ME:

Fine. It was more than good.

QB:

How good?

The butterflies take flight, and this time, there’s no hiding my smile.

After all this time, Damon Huhn is flirting with me again. And it feels good. More than good. It feels amazing. Earth-shattering. Life-changing.

So, that’s exactly what I tell him.

ME:

It felt kind of like this conversation. Like the best thing to happen to me in over two and a half years. Like the world stopped spinning the day I cut you from my life, and the day you pressed your lips to mine, it started back up again.

QB:

Damn. That’s a good fucking kiss.

“Earth to Avery!”

I jerk my head up to find Charlotte, waving a hand in front of my face. “Who are you texting that’s got you smiling like that?” she asks with a grin.

My already warm cheeks catch fire as I tuck my phone in my lap. “No one.”

“No one, my ass,” Brynn says, plopping down beside me. “You’re texting Damon, aren’t you?”

I roll my eyes, but a laugh bursts from my chest. “Maybe.”

“Well, hurry up because your green-eyed quarterback needs his beauty sleep and we need bubbles and a jacuzzi,” Charlotte says with a wave of her champagne flute.

“Fine. Just give me one second,” I say, turning my attention back to my phone.

ME:

You should get to bed, QB. Don’t want you falling asleep at practice tomorrow now, do we?

QB:

Hard to sleep now when I’m thinking about you. But maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll get another kiss?

My heart skips a beat, climbing up the walls of my throat.

ME:

You don’t need luck for that. Night, QB.

“Okay, I’m ready.” I set my phone on the coffee table and stand, reaching out for the champagne flute Charlotte offers me.

“You good?” Brynn asks, cocking her head as her eyes flicker over my face.

“More than good,” I say with a nod. “Perfect.”