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bringing my hands up to his eye level to inspect them.
    “Oh.”
    “Yeah. Oh . I told you to stay put,” I grumbled before I pulled his arm over my shoulder and started guiding him to the door.
    “Where are we going?”
    “Home,” I said with a grunt when he leaned a little too much weight on me and nearly sent us both toppling over. I was nowhere near tall enough to hold up his massive frame like this for very long.
    We made it outside and I was in the process of hailing a cab when Jared craned his head down so much that his lips brushed against the shell of my ear.
    “ Home . Sounds nice.”
    I jolted with surprise and looked up at him questioningly. But he had already straightened himself back up and was letting his eyes roam the streets, drunkenly grinning at every person who looked his way.
    I wasn’t entirely sure why I was so bothered by his choice of words, but I strongly suspected it had something to do with how perfect it felt for Jared to refer to my apartment as ‘home’.
    As I helped him into the cab, a flash went off to my right. I instinctively knew what it was, but didn’t waste time looking over to confirm it. I just slid into the car and told the driver to haul ass— praying it had been a fan snapping the picture and not a photographer.

10

Jared
    “ N ow this is more like it,” I said as I folded my arms over my chest and raised a brow at April.
    She was donning a sexy red thong and nothing else, lounging comfortably on her bed. My bed. Our bed.
    Whatever way you sliced it, she was giving me a come-hither look like she had been waiting for me.
    Oh hell yes.
    I crawled up the bed and settled between her spread legs, growling when she arched her back and pushed her tits up in the air. My intention had been to kiss her first, but I wasn’t going to pass up such a delicious opportunity.
    Just as I stuck out my tongue to lick a tight pink bud, a loud ringing startled me. The noise was so sharp that I sat up on my knees and covered my ears, my head feeling like it was splitting in two.
    What the—
    I shot up in bed and instantly regretted the quick movement when my stomach rolled and my head pounded. After a brief moment of confusion, I identified the sound that interrupted my dream as my cell phone, which had been placed on April’s nightstand and plugged into the charger.
    Last I recalled, I had switched it off. Which meant April must have turned it back on.
    The phone stopped ringing and I glanced around, the girl in question nowhere to be found. But since I had obviously made it back to her apartment, I could safely assume that she was out on the couch.
    Did she bring me back last night? I wondered as I swung my legs off the bed and leaned forward, willing my stomach to stop gurgling. Fuck, I haven’t been this hungover in a long damn time.
    My cell started ringing again and as much as I wanted to ignore it, I knew I shouldn’t.
    I pulled it off the charger and swiped to answer before I hoarsely said, “Yeah?”
    “What in the ever-loving fuck is wrong with you, boy?”
    With a wince, I pulled the phone a few inches away from my ear. “Good morning to you, too, coach. How’s the off season treating you?”
    “It was treating me pretty damn well until I saw a picture of your drunk ass making the rounds of those gossip magazines. They’re calling you an alcoholic now.”
    Shit.
    “Coach—”
    “What happened to that intern who’s supposed to be watching you? I can only imagine the brick that Lauren is probably shitting right now.”
    The thought of Lauren reaming April for a mistake that was entirely on me just made me feel even more sick. Coach was still berating me for doing the exact opposite of what I agreed to do, but I was only half-listening. I knew I fucked up. I didn’t need him to tell me that.
    What I needed was to fix it.
    “Coach, I gotta go. I need to talk to Lauren.”
    “Boy, you listen here. I—”
    “Later.”
    I ended the call and chuckled a little at the