I caught sight of Max returning from the showers already, towel thrown over his shoulders and flippered hands scrapping his knees on account of his freakishly long wingspan. “Hey, if Tat chases Juliette then you have my permission to tackle her and hold her down until she comes to her senses.”
Max did not blanch. Max blushed. Guessing he had more than a few dreams that started exactly like that. “I’m…I’m not sure I can…she’s…a whole lot of woman…”
“Well, that whole lot of woman ain’t ever gonna let you kiss her, much less do anything else with her, until you prove you’re her match, so think of this as practice. Just…you’ve seen what she can do to a soccer ball, so make sure you cross your legs.”
“Don’t say things like that out loud!”
“The ball thing or the kissing thing?”
“All of it!”
Taking at least a week off, maybe two. Very beat up from all the dentist and medical procedures. Also, it has been so stupidly hot in Fresno for so many days in a row that I can barely think at the moment.
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