Page 95 of The Recovery Coach
As soon as he finished the cut, Hazy joined Livy in drinking.They danced to party music while he blowdried and styled her hair.It was past midnight, and they were both at the perfect level of inebriated by the time he got to do the reveal.
Her reaction was to throw her arms around his neck and squeal in delight.
“After you retire from hockey, you should go to hair school.You missed your calling.”
He returned her hug.She hopped up to cling to him like a koala, and he carried her to the couch.They’d probably fall asleep in the living room.Both of them would wake with pounding heads and cricks in their necks.
He changed the TV from music videos toAnother Cinderella Story.Livy gasped.“I love this movie!”
Hazy dragged her closer and leaned his head against the back of the couch.“I know.”
They watched the movie for a while, and he had almost drifted to sleep when Livy said, “I had the biggest crush on him.”
“Joey Parker?”
“Yes!”
“I had a crush on Dustin.And Tami.Together.”
“He did look amazing with those cupid wings.And her tutu was so cool back then.”
“Her tutu is still fucking cool.”
Selena Gomez pressed play on a CD outside her own house, and Livy lightly slapped Hazy’s bare stomach.“He should have listened the first five times she told him she was the mystery girl.”
“But then how would he know she thinks he’s totally kissable?”
“That boy doesn’t need anyone else stroking his ego.He could have figured it out on his own.”
“Trust me.No seventeen-year-old boy is figuring anything out on his own.That boy was dumb as a box of rocks.”
“You weren’t dumb.”
“Oh yes, I was.You’re misremembering.”
Guilt about how he’d treated her when she admitted feelings resurfaced.She never deserved that reaction.He’d panicked.It wasn’t an excuse, and they moved past it.But it sat in the back of his mind, taunting him.Grazing his fingertips over her shoulder and arms, he reminded himself that she was right there with him.They’d saved their friendship.Chosen each other over the awkwardness.He inhaled the scent of his shampoo on her skin.If he hadn’t lost her then, he wouldn’t lose her now.
“I love you,” she said, sleepy.
He pressed a kiss to her hair.“I love you too,” he said.
Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, breathing through her mouth.She traced the lines of his abs with barely there grazes of her fingers as she rested her eyes.
His body reacted to the touch.He grabbed her wrist, stopping her movement, and she flattened her palm against his torso.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
He had to get away.One wrong move and she’d have his hard dick pressed against her.He cleared his throat and wriggled out from under her.She let out a half-hearted, sleepy whine in protest.
He intended to escape to the bathroom to calm down.But then he was standing in his bathroom, faced with the mess they’d made.And suddenly she was everywhere.
She was straddling his lap while she shaved his face and nursed his wounds.She was sitting on the counter chattering about nothing as he learned to shower on his own again.She was resting her feet in his lap while he painted her toes.She was on her knees by the bathtub.
His dick throbbed.If he didn’t take care of it right that second, he might combust.
She would be best friends with the shower head.
He groaned and palmed his erection.In his imagination a naked Livy sprawled out in his oversized bathtub, her eyes closed and head tossed back in pleasure, holding the gold shower head steadily on her clit.
