“Fuck.” I wince. “There’s a good chance I just killed your laptop.” I lean over the bed to retrieve it and check it for damage, but Chloe stops me and pulls me on top of her.

By the time I make it downstairs, fully clothed, the team’s all here.

“Good luck,” Chloe says, looking past me to the team hanging out in the living room and kitchen. “Wanna hang out tomorrow after class?”

“Can’t. We’ve got a late workout. Tomorrow night?”

“Team dinner.”

We both nod, knowing it’s going to be hard to mesh our schedules for a while.

“Well, I’ll see you in class at least,” she says, tilting up on her toes like she’s going to kiss me and then dropping as if she’s unsure.

“Definitely.” I lean down, cup her face, and press my lips to hers. I don’t waste any time sweeping my tongue past her lips so we’re full-on sucking face. Damn, this girl gets me all worked up.

“Hey, hey, no girls allowed,” Joel yells from somewhere. I raise a middle finger above my head and keep right on kissing my girl.

Chloe smiles, her lips curling up at the corners and the sweet sound of her laughter pouring into my mouth. She pulls back slowly. “I should go. Have fun with the team.”

She turns on her heel, and I smack her ass because… well, I just want an excuse to touch it. Looking over her shoulder at me, she smiles and then disappears out the front door.

Joel wraps an arm around me while I’m still staring at the door. “You’re so fucked.”

I wriggle out of his hold. “You’re one to talk.” He and Katrina are practically inseparable. If he could bring her to practice, I’m pretty sure he would.

“I’m happily fucked,” he says like that explains it.

“What the hell does that mean?”

I walk to the kitchen for food, and Joel follows behind me. “Kitty and I are the real deal—in it for the long haul. Soul mates and all that shit.”

“So poetic,” I joke.

“You and Chloe are still in the beginning stages, so whether you’re going to be happily fucked or just fucked remains to be seen.”

“I can’t argue with that logic.”

I fill a plate with food. I have no idea how Joel was able to get a full meal catered on the fly, but my stomach growls in appreciation.

“I invited Wes,” Joel says after we’ve both got a plate and are headed to the living room.

“Why? The guys—”

“Know we’re tight so it makes sense he’d be here. Plus, you two need to work your shit out. With everything else fucking with the team mojo, we can’t handle your shit on top of it.”