I might get suspended…or get kicked off completely.
And what if the professional team I just got drafted by, the Nashville Wolves, finds out about my secret account?
I bet they’d get rid of me in a heartbeat.
That panicked feeling digs deeper, twisting through my gut.
I stand up from the bed. “I’m not feeling well.”
Briar looks up at me. “What?”
“My stomach hurts. Maybe it was the pizza.”
Her eyebrows knit in confusion. “I ate it too, and I feel fine. Are you sure that’s it?”
I head for the door. “I’m gonna head to the drugstore for some medicine.”
I dart out of my bedroom, down the stairs, and out of the house.
It’s dark and a little cold out now, but I don’t bother to go back inside for a sweater. I need air. I’m spiraling, and I don’t want to be around Briar while I sort out this mess in my head. It’ll just confuse her and freak her out.
I need to be alone.
Chapter 23
Briar
Icheck my phone for the millionth time today. Still no reply from Blake.
A sinking feeling lands at the center of my chest.
“Hey, can you help me find the reference book for tort law?”
I look up at the student standing in front of me at the reference desk and quickly put my phone away.
“Yes. Absolutely.” I stand up and walk them over to the opposite end of the floor. I gesture to the shelf. “It’s this whole section right here.”
“Thanks,” he says.
I walk back over to my desk, feeling utterly confused and off-kilter. It’s been two days since Blake ended our first sex lesson by walking out of his bedroom after mumbling something about not feeling well.
He was gone for the rest of the night. When I woke up in the morning, I checked his air mattress on the floor, but he wasn’t there. He must have woken up before me and then left. Or he didn’t come to his bedroom at all.
He was gone last night for an away game with the hockey team. When I texted him to check in with him, he left me on read.
I was confused until it finally hit me: he lied about feeling sick the other night. He just didn’t want to be around me. That’s why he’s been avoiding me and not responding to my messages.
I feel that familiar sucker-punch of rejection once more.
I’m so confused. I replayed what we did a million times, and I still can’t figure out what went wrong.
But maybe that’s because I’m too distracted by the orgasm he gave me…
I think back to that night…how Blake was perfect in every way.
How he took his time. How he didn’t rush me. How he made sure I was comfortable the whole time.
How he prioritized my pleasure. How, when he showed me that porn video, he checked in with me to make sure I was okay with it.
