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"My ID?" I frowned.

He nodded and ran his hand up my ass. "Where’s your wallet?"

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Ryan

Pack Of Hyenas

In RV, I stood in front of the desk assistant station and held up Kassie’s wallet with her student ID and her Texas driver’s license in my hand. "I’d like to add my girlfriend as a permanent resident to my room."

Kassie hiked up the hood of her hoodie. "Ryan, we don’t need to do this today."

The desk assistant’s eyes flashed in recognition. "Four-A-Cross!"

"And my girlfriend," I added.

"And Kassie—oh my god that photo." She burst into giggles. "I follow you two on instagram. So cute."

Kassie reached up for my shirt and tugged me down to her. "Ryan, there are enough hickeys on my neck to traumatize a nun.Please. Let’sgo."

"Hold on, I have to add you as a guest."

I wanted Kassie to be able to head in and out of my dorm at ease, with her own key, and that meant signing her name to my dorm. I’d been waiting to do it. Plenty of other football players had their girlfriends listed, if they had theirs, of course I needed Kassie under mine.

"Any other day," Kassie urged, her voice low.

The desk assistant took a moment before she started typing again. "Is this a temporary guest or a permanent guest?"

"My girlfriend’s a permanent guest," I answered.

"Does she live on campus?"

I nodded. "My girlfriend lives on campus."

"Would you like a key in your mailbox or kept at the front desk to be picked up?"

"I’d like my girlfriend’s key to be picked up at the front desk."

"Oh my god," Kassie muttered, embarrassed, and pressed her face to my arm. "Why didn’t I put the makeup on?"

"Because I didn’t want you to," I replied.

"But why did Ilistento you?"

Once I signed the papers for the new key, I walked Kassie over to the elevator, pleased. I had her duffle bag slung over my shoulder and my girlfriend at my side, even if she kept hunkering down when she heard footsteps down the hall.

"Someone’s going to see," Kassie whispered, pushing her thumb into the elevator button.

"No one from the football team." I shrugged. "We have practice early in the morning. We’re halfway through the season, we’re close to playoffs. All of them should be in their dorms by—"

The footsteps came closer and I glanced up, surprised, when I heard the voice down the hall.

"The best part is, you can’t even scrape it off the car.” Adam laughed. “He has to use a shit ton of rubbing alcohol—and even then—it’ll take him forever to scrape it off. Best part."

That wasn’t just Adam. Eleven other players for the Romans were on their way over. Swaying. From side to side, most of them couldn’t stand straight.

What the hell?

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