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away from the subject of sticky hands and focusing on Jay's fingers and the feel of him.
" Rock and bowl," Scotty yelled.
"We're going to the bowling alley?" Sofie's eyes grew wide and I was hoping she finally realized that her high-heeled boots and one shoulder top were a bad idea.
"Is this what elite athletes usually do for fun?" she whispered, glancing in my direction.
I shrugged as Jay leaned his head against mine. He smelled even better than I remembered. Like some expensive cologne, but he also still had the scent of chlorine on his skin. Like it would never leave. In a totally non-creepy way I just wanted to sniff him all night long.
"If you'd rather go back to the ranch, we can do that too. I found some more albums up in the attic," he whispered, his lips vibrating on my ear.
I clenched my legs closed, trying not to think about what Sonny said. About what Jay wanted from me. I had to play it cool.
"No. Rock and bowl is totally fine."
The bowling alley was about a twenty-minute drive from my house. You could practically see the neon signs from the highway that advertised every single beer known to man. Scotty circled the parking lot until he found a spot near the back of the old brick building and hopped enthusiastically out of the car like he was running into the summer sun instead of the cold night air.
"Do you really think we're going to be able to just walk into a bowling alley without getting mobbed by a bunch of fans and reporters?" I asked as Jay took my hand to help me out of the Navigator.
His hands were so soft yet so rough at the same time. They were mainly hands. Manly large hands. I wondered if what people said about big hands were true. I'd never actually seen a penis in person except for when I babysat or watched really bad scrambled porn at Sofie’s.
Yes, I get it. Loser.
Now I was holding hands with one of the hottest men alive and thinking about penises.
He tilted his head, letting his eyes scan the parking lot. "I think you overestimate the power of swimmers. No one is going to be following us unless we're at the pool and it's usually just swim bloggers. Nothing too exciting. Well most of the time."
I didn't want to mention how much I'd seen of him on TNC, especially now since Jay had resurfaced on their radar. I just chewed on my bottom lip and kept my mouth shut.
"Come on, Lia, do you think anyone cares if Jay Morningstar is around? He's the least attractive of us. Now me on the other hand..." Scotty poked his head in between Jay and me. He smelled like a mixture of expensive cologne and Oregano. The scent was enough to defrost my nose.
I arched an eyebrow looking over at Scotty as he slid out in front of us, a cock-eyed smirk on his face before he opened the glass door to the bowling alley.
We stopped at a small desk where a bored looking teenager barely looked up for us to pay. I wasn't expecting Jay to pay, so I brought my wallet but he moved too fast for me to even offer. Before I knew it, his hand was back on mine and we were making our way through the bowling alley.
A few older guys with long white beards and leather jackets stared at us as we entered, but quickly went back to their drinks as if we weren't interesting enough. Beyond the bar, the bowling alley was only lit by black lights with the fluorescent signs on the walls glowing against the lanes that hadn't been updated since the 1970s. I'm pretty sure they weren't exactly up to code with the squeaky ball returns and peeled wooden lanes.
"I get the pink ball!" Scotty yelled, making a beeline for the last lane with Johnny following close behind. Most of the other people bowling were at the other end of the bowling alley. Aka a lot of middle school kids who were too busy grinding up on the person next to them to some screaming dance music and didn't even notice us between the flashes of strobe lights.
Sofie couldn't take her eyes off of the boys as she followed them like a small puppy toward the lane.
"Looks like
" Rock and bowl," Scotty yelled.
"We're going to the bowling alley?" Sofie's eyes grew wide and I was hoping she finally realized that her high-heeled boots and one shoulder top were a bad idea.
"Is this what elite athletes usually do for fun?" she whispered, glancing in my direction.
I shrugged as Jay leaned his head against mine. He smelled even better than I remembered. Like some expensive cologne, but he also still had the scent of chlorine on his skin. Like it would never leave. In a totally non-creepy way I just wanted to sniff him all night long.
"If you'd rather go back to the ranch, we can do that too. I found some more albums up in the attic," he whispered, his lips vibrating on my ear.
I clenched my legs closed, trying not to think about what Sonny said. About what Jay wanted from me. I had to play it cool.
"No. Rock and bowl is totally fine."
The bowling alley was about a twenty-minute drive from my house. You could practically see the neon signs from the highway that advertised every single beer known to man. Scotty circled the parking lot until he found a spot near the back of the old brick building and hopped enthusiastically out of the car like he was running into the summer sun instead of the cold night air.
"Do you really think we're going to be able to just walk into a bowling alley without getting mobbed by a bunch of fans and reporters?" I asked as Jay took my hand to help me out of the Navigator.
His hands were so soft yet so rough at the same time. They were mainly hands. Manly large hands. I wondered if what people said about big hands were true. I'd never actually seen a penis in person except for when I babysat or watched really bad scrambled porn at Sofie’s.
Yes, I get it. Loser.
Now I was holding hands with one of the hottest men alive and thinking about penises.
He tilted his head, letting his eyes scan the parking lot. "I think you overestimate the power of swimmers. No one is going to be following us unless we're at the pool and it's usually just swim bloggers. Nothing too exciting. Well most of the time."
I didn't want to mention how much I'd seen of him on TNC, especially now since Jay had resurfaced on their radar. I just chewed on my bottom lip and kept my mouth shut.
"Come on, Lia, do you think anyone cares if Jay Morningstar is around? He's the least attractive of us. Now me on the other hand..." Scotty poked his head in between Jay and me. He smelled like a mixture of expensive cologne and Oregano. The scent was enough to defrost my nose.
I arched an eyebrow looking over at Scotty as he slid out in front of us, a cock-eyed smirk on his face before he opened the glass door to the bowling alley.
We stopped at a small desk where a bored looking teenager barely looked up for us to pay. I wasn't expecting Jay to pay, so I brought my wallet but he moved too fast for me to even offer. Before I knew it, his hand was back on mine and we were making our way through the bowling alley.
A few older guys with long white beards and leather jackets stared at us as we entered, but quickly went back to their drinks as if we weren't interesting enough. Beyond the bar, the bowling alley was only lit by black lights with the fluorescent signs on the walls glowing against the lanes that hadn't been updated since the 1970s. I'm pretty sure they weren't exactly up to code with the squeaky ball returns and peeled wooden lanes.
"I get the pink ball!" Scotty yelled, making a beeline for the last lane with Johnny following close behind. Most of the other people bowling were at the other end of the bowling alley. Aka a lot of middle school kids who were too busy grinding up on the person next to them to some screaming dance music and didn't even notice us between the flashes of strobe lights.
Sofie couldn't take her eyes off of the boys as she followed them like a small puppy toward the lane.
"Looks like
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