“I still think the blue,” Letty muses. “This one is hot, though. It’ll definitely get Colt’s dick hard.”
“Well, duh. Ella is wearing it. If we sent a photo right now, I guarantee he’d be hard just looking at it.”
“Really?” I mutter.
“Really. Now, blue one, please,” Letty demands.
Ducking back into the room, I do as I’m told. But this time when it’s on, I stop and look at myself.
I don’t realize I react until Letty calls, “Was that a good or a bad gasp?”
A smile curls at my lips as I shake my head.
Reaching out, I pull the curtain back and step forward.
“Ella,” they both breathe simultaneously. “That is worth every single cent of Colt’s money. You are going to knock him flat on his ass.”
“Wait, what? Colt’s money?”
Wicked smirks spread across their faces.
“Girl, I don’t know what you did to that man last night, but all I’m saying is, enjoy the benefits,” Peyton says.
“No. I can’t. I’m not?—”
“Do as you’re told, El, or we’ll tell Colton. You wouldn’t want him to punish you for misbehaving, would you?” Letty asks darkly.
I suck in a breath, biting down on my lip.
Would I?
23
COLTON
“Wow, that must have been a shock,” Cassie, our team therapist says, studying me closely from her spot on a couch opposite mine.
After we’d showered, I sent Kane home with Luca in the hope of calling in a favor Cassie owed me.
Chances were that she was in a session with another member of the team and I’d be out of luck, but apparently, even more things seem to be turning in my favor right now. She was sitting behind her desk, tapping away at her computer when I poked my head inside.
I’ve spent plenty of time with shrinks over the years. Most I’ve hated; many I’ve despised enough never to return. Cassie is different. I’m not sure whether she’s just used to grumpy, hard-headed football players or if she just gets me on a different level from all the others, but I don’t dread my sessions here with her. I actually…quite enjoy them, in a weird way.
“Yeah, you can say that again,” I muse, absently staring out the window as I relive the moment of finding Ella in the crowd at the game last night.
“And how did it make you feel, seeing her again?”
My fists curl, my stomach fluttering with something I’m not sure I’ve felt since before I graduated.
“Excited. Happy. No, fucking elated.” She studies me, searching for everything I’m not saying. “Terrified,” I offer up to save her from hunting for it.
“And why is that?” she asks, poking just as I knew she would.
I don’t know why I do this to myself. She’s not going to make it easy for me. And something tells me that if she took off her therapist hat, she’d be of the same opinion as Kane and Luca.
I get it; it’s romantic and all that shit. College lovers reunite after a few years, the reformed player makes her his one and only, and they run off into the sunset together to live happily ever after.
Hope stirs within me. I want it. I’ve always fucking wanted it. But unlike everyone else around me, it’s not as easy as just making her mine. I’m not going to be able to give her everything she deserves. And when shit gets bad, which it will, I’ll be no better than the prick she left behind in Texas.
