Scoring Chance (Carolina Comets)

Miller: I got a boner in the shower tonight.

Scout: That’s…information I wasn’t aware I needed.

Miller: Well, it’s your fault, so that’s why I thought you needed to know.

Scout: How is it my fault? You’re hundreds of miles away!

Miller: Yeah, but I can’t stop thinking about you and what happened in my car the other night.

Scout: Oh.

Miller: Yeah, oh.

Miller: It’s very inconvenient, too. You’re not supposed to get boners in the shower. That’s like the number one locker room rule.

Scout: I’m sorry?

Miller: You should be. It’s rude.

Miller: But it was totally worth it.

Miller: Is it inappropriate if I say I can’t wait to do it again?

Scout: You literally just texted me about your boner. I think we’re past inappropriate at this point.

Miller: That’s fair.

Miller: Was that too much? I’ve been told I overshare sometimes.

Scout: No. It made me laugh, which I needed today.

Miller: Uh-oh. Bad day?

Scout: Just tired. I didn’t get much sleep last night then had a cranky customer this morning that made me cranky.

Miller: Punch ’em in the nuts next time.

Scout: It was a lady.

Miller: Then punch her in the balls. Clearly, she’s got ’em if she’s getting sassy with you. You’re kind of scary.

Scout: Oh?

Miller: Yeah. But it’s in a hot way.

Scout: There’s a hot way to be scary?

Miller: Of course there is.

Miller: There’s like this fine line between scary and hot, which gives you scary hot.

Scout: No, right. That makes total sense.

Miller: It’s not crazy.

Scout: I didn’t say it was.

Miller: You have this…tone.

Scout: It’s text. Can you really tell a tone in text?

Miller: YES!

Miller: ^That was exasperation.

Scout: Noted.

Miller: Do you miss me yet?

Scout: Not a chance.

Miller: Whatever you have to tell yourself, Scout.

Scout: *rolls eyes*

Scout: Go play hockey, Miller.

Scout: I thought you’d like to know that Macie was quite proud of your goal last night. She talked about it all throughout breakfast this morning.

Miller: She’s proud of it? I’M proud of it! That was a fucking wicked shot!

Scout: There’s that modesty you’re known for.

Miller: Hey, someone’s gotta toot my horn.

Scout: That…sounded oddly sexual.

Miller: I mean, it wasn’t, but I like where your head is at.

Miller: Is this the start of phone sex?

Scout: WHAT? No! That’s not at all what I meant!

Miller: Are you sure?

Scout: Very, very sure.

Miller: Boo!

Miller: But I respect your decision and will not pressure you.

Scout: Such a gentleman.

Miller: I do my best.

Miller: Any ideas for our second date tomorrow?

Scout: Nope. I’m not planning it. It’s all on you.

Miller: Well, I have some ideas.

Miller: Naked ideas.

Miller: *waggles brows*

Scout: How did I know that was coming?

Miller: Because I’m me and whether you want to admit it or not, you like me and pay attention to me.

Scout: That’s a stretch.

Miller: You liked me in my car when I had my fingers between your legs.

Scout: Can’t stop thinking about it?

Miller: Can you?

Scout: No.

Miller: Are you blushing right now?

Scout: A little.

Miller: I like it when you blush.

Miller: I especially like it when I’m the one to make you blush.

Scout: I’ve picked up on that.

Miller: Just think, I’ve been holding back too. Wait until you get to know me even better.

Scout: That kind of scares me a bit, I won’t lie.

Miller: Nothing to fear.

Miller: Well…there’s that one thing.

Scout: What one thing?

Scout: Miller?

Scout: MILLER?

Scout: What one thing????

Scout: Oh. You’re screwing with me, aren’t you?

Miller: Guess you’ll have to find out later.

Scout: You’re so annoying.

Miller: You love it.

Scout: That’s one way to describe it.

Miller: Tomorrow at four?

Scout: You know where to find me.