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I know exactly what she’s trying to say. I can feel her convulsing around me. She comes with a loud moan, and I’m right behind her. She collapses onto the counter.
Both of us are panting, coming down from the incredible high.
Rylan recovers first, pulling away. I take care of the condom while she pees, avoiding eye contact with me the entire time.
The same awkwardness from before I saw the bracelet on her wrist is back. I’m not sure what she wants or expects from me. Am I coming on too strong? Not strong enough?
I don’t usually stick around this long.
Sex in the bathroom at a party is familiar, this part after is not.
I lean against the wall next to the shower and watch as she fixes her tights and skirt. Washes her hands and then attempts to fix the mess I made of her hair.
Are we going to avoid each other the rest of the night?
Are we—
“Do you know Jake Brennan?” she asks suddenly.
“Yeah, of course,” I reply. “He’s on the team.”
Rylan nods, twisting her hair into a low bun. Immediately, I want to pull the elastic out and run my fingers through the strands.
“Why?” I ask, refocusing on the conversation.
More like demand, but whatever. I haven’t forgotten his comments about Rylan by the bus before our first playoff game.
“Just wondering.”
“Whywere you wondering?”
“I was talking to him earlier.”
“Again,why?”
She shrugs. “Because we were talking. He’s nice.”
Nice?
“Stay away from Brennan, okay?”
“Why?” she challenges.
“He’s…he can be kind of…” I war with myself. I don’t talk shit about my teammates. But I don’t want Rylan around him, knowing he’s interested in her and that he has a reputation similar to mine. And…I’m jealous. He’s a junior, like her. He’ll be here next year, while I’ll be where the hell knows. “Are you into him or something?”
“He knew who my dad is,” she says. I don’t miss that she didn’t answer the question.
“It’s not that big of a campus.” The whole team knows who she is, since she showed up at the bus before our first playoff game, but I don’t tell her that.
Someone starts pounding on the bathroom door again. Whoever they are, they’re more persistent than the last person was, continuing to hammer away when neither of us answers. Or maybe that is why they keep knocking.
“I think I need a drink after all,” she says.
“I can grab you one,” I offer.
“If everyone already knows who I am, then it’s probably best we keep our distance downstairs. I’d rather not have the whole campus gossiping about us.”
My jaw works as I force a nod. Technically, she’s right. The guys all know who she is, and me hovering around Rylan would probably end up in the team group chat. Hunter knows about us, but Conor has no clue. There would be lots of speculation andmaybe some backlash about me seemingly prioritizing sex over a championship.
