Page 17 of The Wrong Quarterback

Matty: Oh, I thought we were just throwing out nicknames.

I glanced up and immediately regretted it. A few of the girls in the front row had intentionally worn skirts, and their legs were spread open like they were a runway waiting for a jet to fly in.

Not that I was comparing my dick to a jet.

Although I hadn’t had any complaints yet.

Those freshman girls, though, were never going to have the chance to experience my dick—at least not until they were out of this class. Professor Hendrick had given me a lecture when I’d first started with her that she would ruin my life if she heard I was getting it on with her students.

While she hadn’t exactly said that—she had hinted enough about making sure the NFL scouts heard from her about what I’d done to not want to risk it.

My policy was thus very firm that these girls were off limits…at least until they were done with the class.

It had worked out for me so far.

My phone buzzed again.

Jace: Okay, let’s start this over.

Me: You have thirty seconds.

Matty: Countdown starts now.

Jace: Geez, the pressure.

Me: JACE!

Jace: Okay, okay.

Matty: Could have saved time saying “Ok.” Just saying.

Jace: …

Jace: As I was just saying…what does a hot dog use for protection?

Me: What?

Jace: Condoments.

I snorted, eliciting another glare from the professor. But that one was actually funny. Which almost never happened with Jace’s jokes.

Me: Well done.

Matt: I reluctantly concur.

I leaned back, trying to stifle a yawn, when a chair hit the ground hard, the noise slicing through the low murmur of the room. My head snapped up, annoyed at first as my eyes scannedthe rows, finding a girl in the back bent over and struggling to pull her chair upright.

I was turning my attention back to my phone when she turned around…

Holy fuck.

I stared in awe as she settled into her desk like she wasn’t completely blowing my mind. Raven hair that fell in soft waves over her shoulders, dark enough to swallow the light. And her eyes—fuck, where they silver? They looked like it from down here. They glinted in the dim light of the lecture hall as she glanced around, an embarrassed flush to her cheeks.

I needed to see those eyes up close.

I froze, completely forgetting what I was supposed to be doing. It was like a literal goddess had been dropped into the fucking room.

I was losing it.

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