“Good night, you weirdo. Oh, and by the way, the dinner with the Morgans tomorrow night is an hour outside of town and we’re spending the night. So, pack something to sleep in.”
“Do footy pajamas work?”
“Yes, please. I want nothing more than to share a room with you while you’re wearing f*****g footy pajamas.”
I go to close my door, but she stops me, putting her hand out and blocking me.
“What happened?” She nods towards my shoulder.
The ice has long melted, but I’ve yet to unwrap the pack from my sore muscles.
“Nothing. I’m just banged up from the game.”
“Can I see?”
Hesitating, unsure of what she’s looking for, I cautiously unwrap the ice from my shoulder and put the pack in the sink. Reaching up, Indy’s dainty fingers run the length of my shoulder blade, her thumb following
