Page 134 of Slap Shot
“I think there’s always an emotional component when it comes to sex,” Maven chimes in. “You can pretend like it doesn’t matter, but eventually, someone starts to care more than they should.”
“Well, shit.” I laugh. “That complicates things.”
“Maybe it doesn’t have to be complicated. Why not go with the flow and see what happens along the way?” Piper asks. “You know he’s not going to break your heart—Hudson is a one-woman man. No one else is going to have his attention.”
I want to kiss you because I’ve been thinking about it for weeks.
Weeks.
His words on New Year’s run through my mind. So do the message requests in his Instagram inbox he’s ignored, choosing to spend time with me and my daughter over hanging out with anyone else.
“I’m for whatever lets you keep having sex. You said it’s been how long since your last hookup?” Lexi asks, and I hide my face in my hands.
“Six years,” I admit. “And it wasn’t a hookup. It was my ex-husband. A little different.”
“My god, woman. How many sex toys have you gone through?”
“An alarming amount. My poor vibrator’s batteries get replaced every few months.”
My phone lights up on the arm of the couch. I bite my bottom lip to hold back a grin when I spy Hudson’s name. I tap the screen, and a selfie of him and Lucy pops up.
They’re both smiling at the camera. There are clips in his hair and a smudge of lipstick on his cheek. He’s holding up bunny ears behind her head, and she’s poking his side. It lookslike they’re mid-laugh, having the time of their lives, and then a message comes through.
Blond Bombshell
Hope you’re having fun with the girls.
We decided to have a girls’ night too. Even got my fingernails painted.
Me
Wow. You look really pretty. My daughter has a future in hair and makeup.
Blond Bombshell
Look out, Broadway.
Me
I’ll be home in a bit.
Blond Bombshell
I’ll try to stay awake until you’re back.
Lucy misses you.
I miss you too.
My heart almost explodes out of my chest. My cheeks hurt from smiling so hard as I type out my reply.
Me
I miss you both. I’ll see you soon.
“Why are you smiling like that?” Piper asks, and when I blush and dip my chin, showing off the photo, she laughs. “Oh, you’resointo him.”
“Is that a bad thing? To be into him?”
