“All right, never have I ever had a relationship last more than five months.”
A Tipsy Admission
Kodi
Iwas so prepared to take a sip of my drink, thinking whatever thing Kean would say, I would have done. I mean, he hadn’t even played the most basic of drinking games. Beyond being well traveled, I imagined Kean had a rather sheltered life.
What I hadn’t expected was for him to say something so personal, let alone that he never had a relationship that lasted longer than a few months. He struck me as a long term kind of guy. Like once he asked someone out, he was in it for the long haul.
And let’s be real, Kean was hot as fuck and rich. The only reason I could see for a partner not sticking around was his attitude.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I looked Kean up and down, specifically eyeing his biceps and the way his thighs tensed under his sweats, long fingers tapping nervously on his knee.
Yeah, if I was getting well fucked by this man and his mouth could do more than grumble, I’d be willing to put up with it.
“Seriously?” Fuller shouted, jaw going slack. Beside him, Sosa took a drink, as did Taylor.
“Yeah, I find it hard to believe, too,” Taylor said while Fuller got himself back together and took a drink. “You seem like the kinda guy who'd still be dating your high school sweetheart.”
“Given the way you act about —” Fuller started to say before Taylor smacked his arm. “I mean … what Taylor said.”
“Well, I never dated anyone in high school,” Kean said with a shrug.
“It’s more about the vibes than a literal high school sweetheart,” Sosa said.
“Why do you think you’ve never dated anyone for long?” I cut in, curious more than anything. Or at least that’s what I told myself. The thoughts I was having about graying that beard were far beyond curious.
Hmm, now was probably the time to switch to something weaker. Or maybe just straight-up water.
Kean leaned back, his jaw tight, and I realized my question probably crossed his line.
“You don’t have to —”
“No, it’s fine. I … as far as I know the issue is I’ve never been with someone I wanted to commit to more than I commit to soccer.”
“Oh, yeah, that tracks,” Fuller said.
“You do spend a lot more time on the field than any of us,” Taylor added.
I hummed in agreement because saying he spent more time practicing than anyone else was putting it lightly. He spent atleast three extra hours after formal practice running laps, doing shit in the gym, or running that ball launcher thing. While he hasn’t made a name for himself in the league as an outstanding player and wasn’t particularly popular amongst fans, he was far more dedicated than some players who were.
“Do youwanta relationship that lasts longer though?” Sosa asked and Kean just blinked at him for a while before looking down at his lap, brow furrowed.
“I guess.”
“You guess?” Taylor said, laughing. “Well Iguessit’s a good thing you’re not looking. That kind of attitude would kill a relationship.”
Kean rolled his eyes and pushed Taylor’s shoulder lightly.
“Yeah, all right,” Taylor said with a good natured laugh. “Never have I ever …”
My mind started to drift as the others continued the game, only paying enough attention to know when to drink or not.
Back in college, whenever I played these kind of games with someone I found attractive, I slept with them. It was practically a habit and knowing that tonight wasn’t going to end with a few orgasms courtesy of the man next to me put a damper on the evening.
Seriously, it was rude of Kean to be so hot and off-limits. And it was especially rude for him to lean in to playing this game. Like why get a sense of fun now when I’ve had half a drink and am ovulating?
“Kodi?” Sosa called waving a hand in front of my face. “You good?”
