SOPHIE BROOKS:
Party, hook-up, hangover, repeat.
I don't do rules, responsibility, or monogamy.
So when the chance to sleep with the hottest Olympian swimmer in the country presents itself, you can be damn sure I take it.
And sneak out before he wa...
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Sophie is quiet on the way back.
There's still a few hours until my afternoon practice, so we drive to my place.
Today went surprisingly well. Ollie was a little unsure of Sophie in the beginning, but I had expected that of him. He's not big on new people.
Sophie handled it like a pro. She talked about books with him, and slowly he opened up more. Seeing how easily she fell into conversation with him made me realize just how in love with her I am.
Damn, I have it bad for this woman.
"That went well," I say, shooting her a quick look and a smile.
She's looking out the window, her fingers tapping against her leg. "Yeah."
I reach over, covering her hand with mine, squeezing. "Don't worry; he liked you. I can tell."
She stills under my hand, turning her head towards me slowly, onyx eyes meeting mine. "He's a smart kid," she says with a small smile.
Pride swells in my chest. It's ridiculous since I can't take credit for any of my brother's intellect. "I got the looks, and he got the brains." I smirk.
Sophie shrugs next to me. "I don't know, Jay. He's cute. He might grow up to take both those titles."
I gasp, looking at her with outrage as we stop at a red light. "Excuse me?"
Her head is leaned back against the headrest, and she turns it, eyes twinkling with mirth. "Sucks to suck."
I shake my head, though I can't help grinning. As the light turns green, I press the accelerator and look back at the road. "I really think it went well. He's not that great with new people. It takes him a while to trust someone."
Sophie looks back at the road too. "Oh."
She's quiet for the rest of the ride.
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I close the door behind us, shrugging off my jacket before heading into the kitchen. I need a cup of coffee. It's already been a long day, and I still have two hours of practice this afternoon.
"Want coffee?" I ask, glancing over my shoulder.
Sophie is standing by the door, her arms wrapped around herself, avoiding my eye. "Actually, I don't think I'm going to stay long."
I smile at her questioningly as I pour ground coffee into the machine. "You can just hang out here while I'm at practice, Fie; it's no problem."
I turn and walk a few steps toward her. In my small apartment, that means I'm basically standing right in front of her.
I scan her body with a heated look. She's wearing those jeans from Friendsgiving again and a tight, blue sweater. It's homey and cute and not really Sophie, and I have a feeling she picked it specifically for today. That thought makes my heart soar.
