End Game (New York Stars Book 1)

Gracie: This sucks.

Liam: What does?

Gracie: If I tell you, you’ll laugh.

Liam: Bébé, it’s 2am.

Gracie: I thought you’d be asleep.

Liam: Can’t.

Gracie: Why not?

Liam: Hate hotels.

Gracie: I don’t have that excuse. Did you get my mugs?

Liam: As if I’d forget. They’re here. Waiting for you to get lip gloss all over them.

Gracie: HA. HA. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Not.

Liam: 😉

Liam: Are you in your apartment?

Gracie: No.

Liam: Fuck…

Liam: Are you in my bed?

Liam: Please, tell me you’re naked.

Gracie: If I tell you that then you’ll never get to sleep.

Gracie: And I don’t want to be accused of ruining the Stars’ winning streak. Especially not against Vancouver. Bleugh.

Liam: Now I’ll never sleep.

Liam: That was tantamount to CONFIRMATION.

Gracie: I’m naked beneath pajamas.

Gracie: How about that for an answer?

Liam: I’ll accept text sex.

Gracie: Lol. No. Sex only if you win.

Gracie: If I have to incentivize victories, I will.

Liam: I’m sorry. That article today was out of line.

Gracie: Kara sent it to you? :/

Liam: Yeah.

Gracie: If their critique is this forceful now, with you winning, you really can never lose.

Liam: Bébé, Lewis is out. Sprained his shoulder. You know I hate Kerrigan. A win… might not be possible. Even if it is against Wankouver.

Gracie: Then you’d better work extra hard lol.

Liam: I’ll give it all I got.

Gracie: Oooh, okay, so your willingness to apply yourself earned you a blowjob.

Liam: Let’s not talk about blowjobs.

Gracie: You can send me pics if you deal with your boner on your own…

Liam: Deal.

Liam: But before I go, what sucks?

Gracie: Doesn’t matter.

Liam: Gracie.

*Two minutes later*

Liam: Gracie!

Liam: Your silence had better be because you’re touching your pussy and not because you’ve gone shy on me.

Gracie: This bed is too freakin’ big without you in it. Do you know how cold your side of the mattress is? It should be illegal.

Liam: So, what you’re saying… is that you miss me?

Gracie: Did I actually say that? Look at the words I used, Liam. I didn’t say that.

Liam: I’m good at reading between your lines.

Liam: I’m the Gracie-whisperer.

Gracie: *pouts*

Gracie: Okay, so I do.

Gracie: But it’s been a week!! First Toronto, then Calgary, then Seattle, and, tonight, Vancouver. You don’t even land until 6am.

Gracie: They totally wouldn’t pull this bullshit schedule if the Stars weren’t new.

Liam: I like that you miss me.

Gracie: Sadist.

Liam: No.

Liam: Because I miss you too.

Gracie: What are you wearing?