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“Thanks.” And he did too. The boy I’d said goodbye to my senior year had turned into a man. I saw it on the field today, live and in person. His muscles were bigger and more prominent, his features transformed into a strong and defined jaw. “Why are you guys here?”

“It’s Coach’s thing. He makes us do our uniforms when we’re out of town.”

“You guys won. You deserved the win today.”

One side of his lips quirked up and I realized I’d given away that I had watched.

“What did you think of that goal in the third?” he asked.

No sense pretending I didn’t know what he was talking about.

“It was a good move.”

“Number three had no idea, and the goalie was caught completely off guard.”

He laughed. “I’ve been working on my footwork this entire season.”

“Congratulations.” I think I always knew Rylan had the dedication, love, and most of all the talent to make it far in this sport.

“Thanks.”

As happy as I was to see him, this wasn’t us. All formal compliments and thank-yous.

Before, we’d always make fun of one another and give each other a hard time. But it had been so long since I sat across from him. Now that he was here in front of me, I realized how much I’d really missed him.

I hadn’t dated anyone seriously since I started college, whereas he was Stanford’s rising star, always somewhere and usually with a girl on his arm from what I heard. Not that I could complain. We weren’t a couple.

“Do you live nearby?” he asked.

Finally, it felt as if we were on the same page. It had been a long time for me, and being with someone who knew my body, had taken his time to become its master… damn, it was too tempting to resist.

“When are you leaving?” I asked.

“Our bus is out of commission, so they put us up at the hotel. But we’re under a strict curfew of nine.”

I glanced at my phone. It was only six.

He smiled, and I shook my head. “Let me grab my clothes.”

“I’ll tell the guys I’m helping you.”

We walked into the Laundromat. All the guys knew what was going on but were gentlemen enough to play along with our ruse.

We weren’t in my apartment more than half a minute before Rylan’s lips were on mine.

“Fuck, I couldn’t look at you and not have my hands on you.” He pulled my shirt over my head and unclasped my bra.

“Down the hall. I don’t know if and when Maverick will be home.” Thank God it didn’t seem like my cousin was home right now. I stripped his shirt off of him and my mouth fell open at how defined his lean muscles were now.

“Keep looking at me like that and we’re not gonna make it to the bedroom.” His voice had that scratchy edge it always did when he was turned on.

“God, can I touch?” I ran my fingers down the ripples in his lower abdomen.

“Your touch still makes me hard.” He picked me up and walked down the hall.

“This is me,” I murmured along his lips when we reached my room.

He went inside my room and closed the door with his foot before he lowered me to the bed. I watched as he kicked off his shoes and pulled down his shorts. Since he was commando, his dick sprang up and my mouth watered.

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