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Ryder asked as he walked up beside us.
    “How easy it was to kick your asses today. You did know we were playing basketball, right?”
    “Shut the fuck up,” he replied as he grinned.
    Mark joined us a few seconds later. “I’m going to take off. I promised Hollis I’d be home early.”
    “I need to get going, too,” Ryder chimed in and the two of them left.
    I picked up my bag and Hayes and I walked out together. “I can’t believe you knocked Mackenzie up twice.”
    He shrugged. “I had a lot of fun doing it.”
    “I bet you did. She looks like she’d know a thing or two in bed,” I replied, a huge smile spreading across my face. I loved messing with him.
    “I will kick your ass. I don’t care how long we’ve been friends.” His voice was stern, but a smile played on his lips.
    “We both know I’d be the one kicking your ass.” We hadn’t been in an actual fight since kindergarten, but I was bigger than him—especially now that he was busy playing daddy and I had plenty of time to dedicate to the gym.
    He didn’t say anything else, just kept walking. We passed the entry doors and were hit with a blast of cold air. “I fucking hate winter,” I griped.
    “At least it’s supposed to be warm this weekend.”
    I grumbled under my breath, but didn’t say anything else. I was too busy freezing my ass off. We both nodded our chins as a goodbye as he went to his Jeep and I went to my truck. Once I cranked the engine, I let the truck heat up and I checked my phone.
    Marissa: I’m not sure you remember me from the club the other night, but I’d love to hang out if you are free.
    I racked my brain, trying to recall a Marissa at the club… Short blonde hair, big tits. I smirked and texted her back.
    Me: I have a few hours free. Give me your address.
    She texted her address and I drove home to shower before going over to her place.
    ***
    A few hours later, I opened the front door of Marissa’s apartment as I slipped on my shirt. She’d been fun, but I didn’t plan on seeing her again. Once you’ve had your heart stomped on, you protect it a little better.
    Sam had been my high school sweetheart. Well, we were on again off again for many years while she played games with me. I don’t think I was ever in love with her, but I was definitely addicted to her. And she knew it. The last straw came our senior year when she broke up with me at a party then began making out and groping another guy ten feet from me less than thirty minutes later. They finally made it to the bedroom, but that wasn’t what had bothered me. It was the look in her eye while she was kissing him and looking at me. That was when I knew I had only been a game to her. She derived pleasure out of making me jealous.
    “Hey, uh…if you want to come back over tomorrow, that could be fun,” Marissa said, stopping me in my tracks. I hardly ever returned for a second go around unless the girl was really worth the time. Marissa was not.
    “I’m busy.”
    “Oh. Okay. Well, maybe sometime this next week?” she asked, a hopeful look in her eyes.
    I walked a little farther out the door. “Nah. I’m good.” I’d admit I was an asshole, but I had to be to get the clueless ones to stop.
    “
Well
,” she stated as I kept walking. I didn’t turn around, but I did hear the door slam. I guess she got the message.
    I swung by the store and picked up some food and some other supplies for tomorrow. I really did hate being cold, but I loved playing in the snow. I may have been in my twenties, but I was a kid at heart. And now I had someone fun to be immature with: Kristin.
    I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t insanely gorgeous and probably perfect for me. But that was off the table. I’d sworn off relationships a long time ago.
    However, I couldn’t get the image of her in the shower out of my head. I hadn’t seen anything, just her shadow behind the curtain, but it was enough to get my imagination going. Her dark, long hair soaking wet