Page 96 of The Wrong Quarterback

His shoulders sagged, but he didn’t move. He stood there for a moment longer, staring at the wood as if he couldwillthe door to open. Finally, he turned and started to walk back down the hall, toward me, frustration and agony all over his face.

I understood what he was feeling. I would do anything to get Casey back if I lost her—I was doing all sorts of things right now tokeepher.

But my understanding didn’t mean that I was going to allow it.

I waited around the corner, listening to his steps approach as he neared the end of the hall. As soon as he turned, I grabbed his shoulder and slammed him against the wall, feeling the solid impact, the satisfaction of his body colliding with the concrete.

Gray’s eyes widened as he looked at me, shock…and a hint of fear flashed across his face. I kept my hand firmly on his chest, pressing him into the wall, leaning in until there was barely an inch of space between us. I knew Gray had played basketball in high school, and he still worked out now, but he was no match for a football player in his prime.

And he knew it.

“What do you think you’re doing here, Andrews?”

“Trying to talk to my girlfriend,” he hissed.

I knocked his head against the wall for good measure, because obviously he had some kind of screw loose. Apparently breaking his nose wasn’t enough, so I guess things would have to escalate.

“Listen to me, Andrews,” I said, my voice low, cold…and deadly serious. “I don’t want to see you near her again. You’re done. She doesn’t need you. She doesn’t want you.”

Gray’s face twisted, and he sneered at me. “She just needs to be reminded of what we had. Once she remembers, it won’t matter that you’re the star quarterback, Davis. Casey will want to come back to me.”

I grinned. “You should know this now, before you get yourself in any more trouble. It will really help you out.” I leaned in closer. “I win,” I said mockingly.

His face paled, but he wasn’t done. “I know you did something that night. I don’t know how, but I know it wasyou.”

I adopted my best mocking,Bambieyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I answered innocently. “I don’t see how I could make you ‘cheat’ on the most perfect girl that exists in the world. That was all you, Andrews.”

“I didn’t cheat on her!” he yelled. “It doesn’t count if I was pissed out of my mind and I had no idea what I was doing!”

“See, that’s the difference between you and me. I love her so much that my dick wouldn’t even work on other girls.”

He scoffed. “It was a kiss. Nothing but a kiss.”

I flashed my teeth at him. “It was a betrayal and my way in. You’re just going to have to accept that.”

He opened his mouth to say something else idiotic, and my hand creeped to his neck…squeezing and cutting off whatever bullshit was about to come out of his mouth. His eyes widened. “Casey belongs to me now. You so much as look at her again, and we’re going to have a problem. You don’t get to haunt her. Not anymore.”

I released his neck, and he coughed. “Casey know you’re a fucking psychopath?” he growled, and I laughed as I stepped back as he tried to regain his balance, his face red with barely contained rage.

Without another word, he turned and walked away, his steps echoing down the hall. I watched him leave, anger still simmering in my veins.

I finally straightened my shirt and walked down to Casey’s door, knocking on it lightly.

Nat opened the door just a crack, relief flooding her features as she opened the door wider and let me in. I immediately went to Casey, pulling her in for a deep kiss because I’d missed her so fucking much. It should be illegal for her to ever be away from me.

When I pulled away, I tried to keep my expression neutral. “Was that Gray I just saw outside?” I asked, keeping my voice easy.

Casey hesitated, her gaze flickering away. But before she could answer me, Nat jumped in, her tone annoyed. “The asshole just won’t leave her alone.”

I kept my mouth from twisting into a scowl, forcing myself to nod and act like it wasn’t anything to me. “Let me know if he tries to talk to you again,” I said, locking my eyes on Casey’s.

She nodded, her voice soft. “I will.”

Relieved she hadn’t tried to argue with me, I pulled her back into my chest, lowering my voice so only she could hear me. “Let’s go to my place,” I murmured, letting the words linger as my lips brushed against her skin. “I’m feeling…hungry.”

Her eyes lit up, and without another word, I slid my hand in hers and led her toward the door.

And as we walked out of the dorm all I could think was…it was time for her to move in.

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