Always Only You by Chloe Liese (z-lib.org).epub

Playlist: “Close,” Nick Jonas, Tove Lo
“WHAT’S UP WITH FRANKIE?” ANDY ASKS. “SHE’S BEEN EXTRA MOODY THIS
week. And I didn’t even see her leave tonight.” Yanking his jersey over his head,
he throws it down, shaking sweat off like a wet dog. I sit on the bench and stare
at my locker. Dazed.
Come home hungry.
That’s what her text says. The moment the buzzer went off and the game
ended, with a narrow win on our part, Frankie dissolved into the flood of staff
and personnel while some PR intern handled wrap-up and quick interviews,
obviously covering for her. As soon as I could, I strode into the locker room and
riffled through my bag until I found my phone. Because I knew she wouldn’t
leave like that without an explanation.
Come home hungry.
I swallow nervously. There are a couple ways to interpret that message. One
of which sends lust slamming through my system.
A shove to the shoulder makes me glance up.
Andy’s still there. “What’s that again?” I ask him dazedly.
“I said—” He shoves me once more, and this time I shove him back, sending
him stumbling into his locker. “What’s up with Frankie?”
I pull off my helmet and drop it, dragging my fingers through my hair.
“Stomach was bugging her again,” I lie off the cuff.
“Well, at least it’s not that nasty shit Maddox brought around.”
Maddox is out with bronchitis. After he hacked a lung around us all the past
week at practice. Around Frankie. I fist my hands and try to exhale slowly. If
she gets sick from his carelessness…
Andy scrunches his nose. “It’s just weird. Frankie’s such a hard-ass. Sick or
not, she’s always here. You think she’s okay?”