Page 80 of How to Score Off Field

Literally nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

“Chatting with you mostly.”

“Same.” He smiles at me.

Oh god…

This.

This is the reason I like him so much. Not only is he crazy good-looking but he’s so freaking nice and kind and caring and ugh, that smile! Not to sound cheesy, but it could literally light up a room, and the fact that it’s directed at me?

Mind blowing.

Drew watches me through the camera, and I smile back, feeling somewhat shy.

What’s going on in his brain?

What’s he thinking?

“Are you a night owl?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“Usually, yes. I’ve always been like this. What about you?”

He shrugs. “No, not really. I’m normally sleepin’ way earlier but got distracted by you.”

“Aw,” I simper.

“Do you always sleep in tank tops? What else are you wearing?”

I cast a glance down my body at the white ribbed shirt. He can't see what I can see, which is my nipples through the fabric, and I know that if I move the phone south, he would get a glimpse. And I want him to, so I move the phone slowly so that his gaze can skim my body even though we are not together in the same room.

“Sometimes I don't sleep in anything, sometimes I sleep in pajamas. My mom is always buying me cute pj's. It's kind of her thing.” I pause. “I have this one pair of red bottoms that have little white snowflakes embroidered on them. I've worn them so much that there are literal holes in the knees and the ass.”

He smiles widely. “Guess I’ll have to see them for myself sometime.”

“Guess you might.”

Is this flirting?

“Are you home alone?”

“No, my brother is here, and I thought I heard Ryann rootin around in her room. She's across the hallway but doesn't come out much, though.” He moves his pillow, putting one arm behind his head. “Spends a lot of time chatting with my brother. She graduates soon so we don't see her much.”

“I'm really looking forward to graduating,” I tell him without him asking. “I don't know if I want to stay in Texas. I guess I'll see what kind of job offers I get.”

“What did you say your major was?”

“I didn’t. It’s boring—English.”

“What made you major in English instead of something like, oh, I don’t know, teachin’?”

“Good question. It’s something I ask myself almost on the daily.” I blow out a puff of air. “I read a lot when I was growin’ up—total book nerd. So I thought majorin’ in English was an extension of that, but it turns out, it’s not. Not sure what I’m gonna do, but I have a little time to figure it out.”

“You could definitely be a teacher.”

I pull a face. “I cannot imagine myself molding minds.”

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