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“Now, can you get in?” I pout.
“Q… you and I both know if I get in there right now, the ice bag and the conditioner will be forgotten. Just relax a bit. I’ll have my hands all over that needy pussy in just a few minutes… your hair isn’t the only thing I plan to have my fingers in tonight.”
A shiver crawls over my skin at the thought, his words causing my thighs to clench together.
“Okay, well, talk to me while we wait… tell me something new,” I say, looking over my shoulder at him.
Eli moves to where I can see him better before responding, “Well, first off, let's talk about you. Between us scarfing down our drive-thru meal of champions on the way home, I didn’t get to brag about how you killed it out there today.”
Since it's Eli, I know I don’t have to put on a front and shy away from the compliment. I let a wide smile spread across my face. “And it felt damn good too.”
He grazes the little dimple in my chin with his thumb, returning my proud smile. “I bet it did. You’re a freshman out there, going in on an opposing senior, not to mention the upperclassmen on your own team you put to shame. Who’s the hotshot now?”
That makes me giggle. “Still nowhere near your level there. Easy E,” I say, flicking a little water at his face.
“Speaking of what’s new… Any more scouts at practice?” I question based on a conversation we had over FaceTime last week.
“First, I want to hear more about you. Everybody always wants to know what’s going on with me… I want to know what’s going on with you?”
“Well, I’m not everybody.” But I know what he means. When you are an athlete of Eli’s caliber, anyone who has ever had any type of connection to you will come out of the woodwork, acting like they are your best bud, wanting to know what the future holds. The main question at this point being, is he staying in college or going to the majors.
“No, you’re not… You’re my somebody, which is why I want to talk about you.”
“Okay, since you’re being all sweet and shit,” I huff out and continue, “I genuinely love it here. Having Lo with me makes it feel just enough like home. Ava fits right in with us too, and we are getting really close with her.”
He knows that was a worry of mine, because sometimes I don’t connect well with other females, no matter how hard I try. But Ava is quickly becoming a true friend to me. She accepts me for who I am and is always down to have a wild time. We love embarrassing Sloan.
“My teammates are super cool, and I’m getting playing time. I miss playing with Sloan, but I kinda always knew she didn’t want to play on the collegiate level. She has other dreams and aspirations and I respect that.” Even though at the moment, volleyball is my only dream and aspiration.
“People seem to be able to handle my personality better here.” Not elaborating that I mean the men here can. “Of course, I miss my family… and you. But all and all, it's good. I still have no flipping clue what I want to do with my life outside of making good enough grades to play volleyball all four years.”
His fingers absent-mindedly play with the wet strands of my hair. “Well, don’t let that stress you out too much. You still have time to figure that out. You are going to learn a lot about who you are over the next four years, and I think a lot of people regret jumping the gun on their majors. So don’t force it.”
“You sound like a wise old man, Eli Barton. Look at you… growing up right before my eyes.”
He chuckles. “Old, my ass… I’m not the one whose middle name is Mildred.” He lets out a laugh at theeat shitlook I give him before he continues. “But seriously, I have learned more about life in the past two years than I have anything in my actual classes. Being out on your own and making your own decisions helps you grow so much.”
“Is that why you haven’t told anyone but me about the scouts coming around lately?”
He takes a minute, nodding his head. “Yeah, I love my parents, but honestly, I don’t want them to weigh in on this. At the end of the day, I know they’ll support my happiness, but part of me fears they will tell me I’m stupid not to finish my college degree and my mind is pretty much already made up anyway. So asking their opinion may just cause more strife than anything.”
I look at him, waiting for him to elaborate. I knew the minute he told me about the scouts that he was going to enter the draft for the next year. It's always been his dream.
“I’m going to tell my agent this week that I’m entering the draft,” he says, searching my eyes, needing my reassurance.
“Congrats, E! I think it's everything you have ever wanted, so why the hell not,” I exclaim, giving him a wet hug, not caring that the ice pack slid off my shoulder.
“Be careful with that shoulder, Queenie,” he says, gently releasing me.
“Thank you for being supportive. Truthfully, I knew you would be, which is why you are the only person I’ve told… Wes doesn’t even know.” His admission has my belly swarming with butterflies. Being that person for him means more to me than he could ever know.
“If I get drafted, will you come to my debut?” he asks, tweaking my wet nipple between his fingers.
“Whenyou get drafted…I’ll be the loudest one in the stands. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Eli gives me a soft kiss on my lips and lightly pushes me back to a sitting position.
“Let’s get your hair rinsed out.”
