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“Sebby!” she cries, launching herself forward for another bone-crushing hug.
Dad gives me an exhausted smile as we wind our way to the back. “I wish you were going to be around to keep an eye on her.”
“I’ll make sure Coop and Seb do,” I say. “Even if I’m out in San Francisco.”
“You’ll go there for sure if you’re the first pick,” he agrees. “But I wouldn’t count out Philadelphia.”
Before we reach the table, he pulls me aside. “How are things really?” he says. “What about that one class you’re taking?”
His voice is serious, shifting into coach mode. He never coached me in an official capacity growing up, but he’s been my football mentor as much as my father, and when we’re talking like this, there’s a certain unspoken set of rules in place. I stand up straighter as I reply, “It’s going well, sir. I’m working with a tutor.”
Bex is not just a tutor; the second she’s in my mind, I’m thinking about how fucking good it felt to finally give in to our mutual attraction. I know we agreed there wouldn’t be a repeat, but in the couple of days since, I’ve been itching to kiss her again. To hear the pretty sounds that she makes when she’s turned on. To make her feel so good she’s clenched tight around my cock, panting, showing off her beautiful tits as she arches her back.
It’s a problem, but it’s not one I’m about to tell my father about.After Sara, we got clear pretty fucking quick about my priorities. When he meets Bex later, he’ll just be hearing about how she’s tutoring me, and we’ve become friends. Hopefully the whole fake relationship we’re weaving doesn’t even come up.
He nods. “Good. What about the team? Any issues?”
Darryl’s smug face comes to mind. Bex was right about him; aside from annoying texts from time to time, he’s left her alone now that he thinks she’s taken by another guy. That shit is stupid, but as long as he’s out of her life, I don’t care. Still, that doesn’t mean I like the guy.
“Nothing major.”
He just keeps looking at me. I swear, sometimes his gaze is so intense, it’s an X-ray.
“Really, sir. No issues.”
“Good.” He claps my shoulder. “Remember your goals, son. You’ll have time for everything else once you’re settled where you need to be. This season is important, it’s setting the building blocks for everything that will come after.”
He couldn’t have made things clearer if he told me explicitly not to fuck up. Even though I know it, I appreciate the reminder. I might be thinking a hell of a lot about Bex lately, but that doesn’t mean it’s leading anywhere. I’ve never tried to be just friends with a girl I’ve slept with, but there’s a first time for everything, right?
The most important thing right now is to win this game.
Chapter 20
Bex
When I stumble into the kitchenette on Saturday morning, there’s a package waiting for me on the table.
Laura, who is still in her pajamas—a gray t-shirt that must be Barry’s—takes a sip from the mug she’s clutching with both hands. She just shrugs when I raise an eyebrow. “It was leaning against the door when I came back from Barry’s. Oh, and I brought bagels.”
“Ooh, you went out for bagels?” I put a fresh coffee pod into the machine on our tiny countertop and set it to brew while I poke around in the brown paper bag next to it. There’s a still-warm sesame seed bagel waiting for me, plus scallion cream cheese, the true undefeated combination. “You’re awesome.”
“I know.” She smiles, tapping on the mug with her long nails. When she heard I had tickets to the game and wanted her to come with me, she went to get a fresh manicure, so now her nails are silver and purple, McKee’s colors. I had work, so I couldn’t tag along, but last night she painted my nails purple too. Hopefully James won’t think it’s silly.
I put creamer in my coffee and toast my bagel, then plop down at the table across from Laura. The package is staring me in the face, and I can’t help the flutter of my heart at the sight of it. I haven’t seen James since we slept together; we’ve both been toobusy for a tutoring session, but we’ve been texting, and every time his name flashes across my phone screen, I smile.
“Let’s hope it’s from James, not Darryl,” I say as I pull the package closer. A couple days ago, Darryl cornered me in the library to try to chat me up, so I wouldn’t put it past him to try something.
“I still can’t believe you slept with him,” Laura says. “And that you haven’t given me details!”
I blush. “You know it was good.”
“Obviouslyit was good, but what’s he like in bed? Sweet? Dominant?”
I just roll my eyes. “I’m going to go ahead and open this now.”
There’s a note on the top, and when I see my name written in James’s handwriting on the envelope, I try and fail to bite back my smile. Inside, there’s a single piece of notebook paper with just one line on it, signed with a J.
Figured you’d need the right jersey, princess.
