“Yeah, because you’re not caring and protective and sweet at all. You’re just a selfish basketball player who only thinks about himself and his career.”
Her voice carries a sarcastic tone, but she’s not far off. That’s who I am.
“And you’re probably mentally agreeing with me, but you’re wrong. One day, you’ll see it.”
I run my palm over her back, quickly learning that Indy didn’t bring those footy pajamas she threatened me with. She’s wearing some kind of silky sleep set and I could not be more thankful I can’t see underneath the blankets. Because I know it looks as good as it feels in my hands, and I’m over here trying my f*****g hardest to be a gentleman while sharing a bed with my biggest weakness.
Indy lifts her head from my neck to look at me. The subtle glow of the stars outl
