Page 19 of The Game You Play (Rixon Raiders 2)

Demanding more.

Flattening my body against hers, I punched my hips forward. “Oh God,” she moaned, her fingers scraping the back of my neck as we devoured each other. Tongues tangling and teeth clashing.

“Whoa.” I jerked back, blinking rapidly, trying to clear my mind.

What the fuck was I doing?

“That was—”

“A mistake,” Felicity said with a tinge of sadness.

“Yeah, I mean, I wasn’t...” I backed up, putting some much-needed space between us.

“I get it.” She closed down, wrapping her arms around her waist, barely meeting my eye.

“Felicity, I—”

“Let’s not do this. I had zero expectations when we...” Her expression cooled like the air around us. “You don’t owe me anything and I sure as hell don’t owe you anything, so let’s just pretend it never happened, okay? I’ll go back to being your step-sister’s best friend, the person you didn’t

realize existed.”

Pretend it never happened.

“Fine. Sounds good to me,” I said with an easy shrug.

“Great.”

“Fine.” The word echoed in my head. I was fine with that. I’d only come to talk to her to clear the air and avoid any more drama with the guys. Pretending it never happened was the perfect fucking solution.

After all she was right, she’d never been on my radar until recently; no one to me.

Better that’s what she went back to. Wasn’t it?

Felicity

“Happy game day.” I flashed Hailee a wide smile, but she frowned.

“You’re... happy.”

“Is that a crime?”

“No, of course not, I just thought...”

“That I’d spend the week moping after Jason?” Laughter spilled out of me, but it was strained. “Like I already told you yesterday and the day before that, it was a mistake. A blip. Jason, who?”

Hailee’s eyes scrutinized me. Sharp and assessing and filled with doubt.

“If it makes you feel better,” I went on, filling the awkward silence, “I added another item to my list.”

“You did?” Her brows went up as the school came into view.

“I did. Number eleven: Do not, under any circumstances, fraternize with the football team.”

“Asher’s on the football team.” I felt her heavy gaze on me.

“Asher is a friend.”

“Is that what we’re calling it. He likes you, you know?”