Page 41 of Flagrant Foul (Totally Pucked #3)

Sev Delorean

Not much has happened today. It’s been a long-ass day of Teddy being sweet. Of watching his eyes light up when he sees me and seeing his face transform when I talk to him. He’s not trying to hide things behind veiled looks and rolled eyes. He looks at me like he likes me. Like I’m fucking amazing.

Like I’m a good person.

Like I’m his friend.

I fucking hate it.

I need him to start being a prickly asshole again soon. I swear to God, I cannot handle it if he keeps being nice to me. I need an eyeroll or even an ugh . Anything that distracts me from how much I want him.

I need it because it’s been a long-ass night too. A night of watching the bow of his lips move when he talks and feeling like I’m single-handedly trying to hold back the tide by not taking him in my arms and putting my tongue in his mouth .

Other than that, not much has happened. Teddy gave Ragnar a Ping-Pong ball to play with, and it made them both happy. He went to Mae’s—Teddy, not Ragnar—and stayed there for one hour and forty-eight minutes.

That’s pretty much it.

So, yep. That’s what’s happened in my world today. Just that, and a fuck ton of relief that he’s stopped trying to seduce me.

So much relief.

Enough to drown in.

Enough to choke on.