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I giggled, enjoying the way my hand was swallowed by his a little too much. This was real, and I couldn’t wait to see where Dash and I would go.

Chapter 19

Madison: Can you guess what these are?

I squinted, trying my best to make out the picture, but as per usual, it was blurry and pink. The same as pretty much every photo Madison had sent me since I dropped her off at her dorm last night. Last night. I still couldn’t believe that happened. Somehow, it had gone from being the worst night of my life, to the best.

Madison: Have you given up?

I zoomed in, trying to figure out what she’d sent, but just like the last few attempts of this guessing game, I had no idea what I was looking at. Let me think. She’s already sent me a close-up picture of her garbage can, her class notes, her laptop. What else could be in her dorm?

I inwardly laughed to myself because if it were any other person trying to play this ridiculous game with me, I would have blocked them, but not Madison. She couldsend me a blank screenshot and I’d still stay up all night, eagerly awaiting the next one.

I was obsessed, and it wasn’t just because I’d had the luxury of tasting her. It was because the girl I’d always thought I could never have wanted to be with me. I just needed to make sure she felt the same way and I wasn’t just a passing trend so I could figure out how to tell her brother about us.

Dash: I have no idea. Your desk chair?

Honestly, I was running out of ideas over what could be in her room. I hadn’t even seen it yet, but I was looking forward to it. The mere thought of her sitting on her bed, texting me in just my jersey was making me harder than I should be in an airport line.

Madison: No. Silly. Look a little closer.

Dash: I’ve looked as close as I can.

Madison: Are you admitting defeat, Big Man?

Dash: Yes.

Madison: You’re so bad at this game. It’s the panties I was wearing when you ate me out in the equipment room.

I coughed loudly, holding back my surprise because if I thought about it hard enough, I could still taste her on the tip of my tongue. Erik knocked past me as he walked through the tunnel to the plane, and my eyes darted as other teammates followed suit, pushing past me to get to their seats. They were all lost in their own worlds while mine was burning to the ground, and I was blissfully watching it happen. I did dirty things to Madison Bright, and I planned on doing it all over again if given the chance.

I needed to get some privacy so I could text Madison back without the fear of my teammates seeing. I gave the overly preppy air hostess a curt nod as I walked past her and stepped to the side. Standing in the food preparation area, I had more space to quickly text Madison back.

Dash: Are you trying to get me into trouble? I’m with the guys.

Madison: And it’s just a blurry picture, so what does it matter?

Dash: It matters because if anyone finds out that you’re sending me pictures of your panties, we’re screwed. Didn’t we agree that we were going to make sure we both really wanted this before outing ourselves?

Madison: You know, I don’t remember the conversation going down like that. I think we both agreed that we liked each other. We’ve known each other since middle school, so what more do you need? My medical records? Is that it? If you must know, I had my gallbladder removed when I was sixteen, but you already knew that, didn’t you, Big Man?

I inwardly laughed because she had a point. I was in the hospital, standing right next to Cade when they wheeled her out, but how long we knew each other didn’t matter. I needed to make sure she was fully in this and I wasn’t just a passing fad for her.

Madison: You said you wanted me to make sure I knew what I was getting into and if this was right for me. I’ve thought about it, and I want this. I want you.

Why weren’t those words as comforting as I thought they’d be?

Madison: It’s fine if you’re having second thoughts. Just let me know so I can send my wet panty pics to glitter dick instead.

Dash: I swear to God, Madison. If you go anywhere near glitter dick, I will find him and chop his dick off, leaving it to rot in its own glittered glory.

Madison: Possessive much?

Dash: You know I want you. You don’t need to tease it out of me like this, but like I said, I will not potentially blow up my relationship with Cade and my team before you’re certain.

Madison: I’m certain. I promise.

Dash: Let’s talk about this on Friday. I’m getting on the plane now.