Hearing myself spell out the specifics makes me feel better. Coach doesn’t actually have a legit reason to kick me off the team besides the pregnancy.
But he might make my life hell.
I almost laugh at this lunacy. Here I am, taking heat for getting a girl pregnant I haven’t even felt up.
After some coaxing, I manage to get Roxy to eat half of a burger and an apple.
I’m so tired, I’m fucking delirious. When she’s done with her late lunch, I yawn. “I know we have a lot of shit to talk about, but could we possibly table that until later? I really need a nap.”
Her eyes are droopy and swollen, and she looks drained too. “I feel like I could sleep into next year.”
I point at her bed. “Can we crash? No funny business, I promise.”
“Go for it.”
As I strip off my t-shirt, I explain how I was up all night with Ash.
“Poor baby. Is he okay now?”
“Jake says he’s better.” He now thinks Ash and Charlotte ate a spoiled frozen pizza and that it wasn’t a stomach bug. I start to unbutton my jeans. “This okay? I can’t handle sleeping in denim right now. I can snooze on the couch in the living room if this is uncomfortable for you.”
“It’s fine. I’m gonna take a shower first.”
“Wake me up in a bit, and we’ll grab dinner or talk or whatever.”
I kick off my jeans, leaving on my boxer briefs, and collapse on her bed. I’m asleep before she responds. There’s no way I can untangle our situation before I get a nap.
It’ll all make sense later, what I need to do.
Either that, or I’m screwed. It’s a toss-up at this point.
16
ROXY
My emotions are a mess,I’m mildly nauseous, and I’m exhausted from everything that happened today, but the moment Billy strips out of his clothes, I forget everything. Like how flipped out my father is. How my ex will probably want nothing to do with his kid. How I have no idea how to balance school with a baby.
Because Billy is fucking gorgeous.
His muscles contract as he reaches behind his head and yanks his t-shirt off his body, leaving his dirty blond hair a tousled, sexy mess. He’s a work of art with inked-up broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and an Adonis belt that leads into his jeans, which he unbuttons and slides down his legs before he flops face first on my bed.
I stare at his ripped back and tight ass while I try to not swallow my tongue. He’s easily the most built guy I’ve ever dated.
Not that we’re dating. I don’t even know what we are at the moment. I guess we’re friends. Really good friends, when I consider how he rushed to defend me to my father.
I can’t help but compare Billy to the other guys I’ve gone out with. Ezra was leaner, almost lanky, whereas Billy has been carb-loading so he can hold his own on defense. And none of the other boys I dated come close to being as ripped as Billy.
What are you doing, Rox? Stop staring at the man.
I shake my head and head to the bathroom, where I take a quick shower. By the time I finish drying off, I’m so tired, I can barely stand. I throw on a t-shirt, undies, and a pair of flannel bottoms and return to my bedroom.
It’s chilly in here, and Billy fell asleep on top of the comforter. He’s going to be an icicle if I leave him like this.
“Billy,” I whisper as I try to tug down the covers. It takes another few attempts to get him to wake, but he eventually cracks open an eye. “Let’s get under the blanket. It’s going to get cold tonight.”
He grunts, but lets me yank down the bedding and pull it over him. “Thanks.”
After turning off my reading lamp, I crawl into bed next to him, suddenly wide awake with awareness. I have a queen-size bed, and I’m pretty small, but Billy is massive.
