Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
And I try, I really do. But after ten pings or so, it gets to me. So I reach out and grab Eric’s phone. “I love you, too, but I need to know what these assholes are saying.”
He grabs the phone out of my hand and holds it out of my reach. “Wait, say it again.”
I do an ab curl to kiss him on the neck. “I love you, too, Captain. You must know this already.”
He gives me a lazy, fond smile. “I just like hearing you say it.”
“Now can I see your phone, please? Then we’ll shut it off for good.”
“Now that’s a plan I can get on top of.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me and hands me the phone.
The player chat has gone wild.
O’Connell: Wait, really?
DeLuca: O’Connell, tell me you live under a rock without telling me you live under a rock.
Petrov: Cap laying down the LAW. Congrats bro, Darcy’s the best.
Larkin: About damn time Tremaine. Location of your new desk a dead giveaway lol!
Brooksie: This is my shocked face.
Thing One (Calder): Yooo Cap that’s actually fire! Miss Kendrick is the GOAT. Respect.
Weber: Congrats Captain! Can I still ask her to stop putting me in the room next to the ice machine?
Svensson: Shit. I owe Jackson fifty bucks. Congrats you two.
Jackson: TOLD YOU SO. Pay up Svensson.
Thing Two (Thompson): Does this mean I should stop asking her to help me tie my game day ties?
DeLuca: Thompson. You absolute walnut.
I burst out laughing.
With a sigh, Eric takes the phone.
Eric: Thompson, we need to talk. See me during office hours.
Thing Two (Thompson): Oh God what did I do wrong now?
Brooksie: RIP Thompson.
Weber: Pour one out for our fallen rookie.
Merritt: Eric be nice to him, he’s just a baby.
Eric: I’m just going to teach him to tie a motherfucking tie.
Eric: No, actually, I’m not. Get some YouTube. Now all of you go to bed. I’ve got better things to do than teach you to tie a tie.
DeLuca: **resisting the obvious chirp here**
Merritt: **resisting so hard**
Thing Two (Thompson): **wondering what the chirp is**
Thing Two (Thompson): Oh wait. Got it. Night, everyone!
Eric shuts his phone off as promised and slaps it onto the bedside table. “That could have gone worse, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I agree, running a finger down his belly. “I don’t know what I was so worried about.”
“Sorry about that last thing. I should have realized it was dumb to say I had better things to do.” He rolls onto me again, and I take in the sight of his handsome face looking lovingly down at me. “I do, though.”
“Do you?” I tease.
“Oh yeah.” He kisses me, but just once. “For example, I need to plan a shopping trip.”
I laugh. “Not what I thought you’d say.”
He shrugs. “Thing is, I need some new ties. Because I think we’re about to put some miles on another one.”
Heat shoots through my veins. “Is that a promise?”
“Oh yeah.” He kisses me again. And then he proves it.