Page 77 of How to Score Off Field

Drew: Just where my mind wandered—no reason.

Except that I’d been thinking of her and dating and that’s why my mind wandered to what I would be doing with my life post-college.

Drew: What about you?

Tess: Um, nothing as philosophical—I was thinking about whether or not I actually want to take a shower or if I just want to put my pajamas on right away. A shower feels like too much work.

Drew: Are you admitting to me that you don’t like showering?

Tess: That’s literally not what I meant at all. I SHOWER! I’m just lazy… plus I still smell good.

Drew: You do smell good.

Tess: LOL how would you know?

Drew: 1. You just told me and 2. I remember

Tess: Is the memory burned in your brain?

Drew: Yes. A lot of things are burned in my brain.

Tess: Mm, like what else?

She’s fishing for compliments, and I don’t mind at all. I’m willing to humor her. What’s the harm?

I like her.

She’s cute, she’s funny, she’s smart.

She’s long-distance.

Drew: Like…the way your voice goes up an octave when you’re pretending to be excited when you’re not. And your laugh. And how soft your hands are.

Her hands are soft and gentle, running up my chest, finger trailing up my sternum. I remember it making me shiver, and the tingles shooting to my cock.

Tess: Wow, that…

Tess: I wasn’t expecting you to say all that.

Shit. She wasn’t?

Drew: Sorry

Tess: Drew, don’t apologize! It’s nice. It’s…you know, been a while. When we were talking about flirting the other day, I realized I don’t know how to do it either, despite my best efforts.

Drew: You tried flirting with me?

Tess: Um, yeah—at the Boot Scoot Boogie, I decided I was going to get drunk and flirt with you, but it turns out I wound up doing neither. If you don’t count me dragging you onto the dance floor.

Drew: I think it counts?

Tess: Good. Because A: I wanted to dance and B: I was trying to flirt

Drew: Mission accomplished…

Drew: I don’t want to make shit awkward but…

Tess: Oh god. What? Just say it.

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