Page 72 of I Blame the Alcohol

WES: But like more than just the food.

NICO: That’s a terrible idea. Someone is going to take it too far and cover themselves in shit.

HUNTER: Why would someone cover themselves in shit?

NICO: Freshmen are unpredictable. That is all I am going to say on the matter.

WES: BRO remember back in seventh grade?!

NICO: That is exactly what I am referring to.

HUNTER: Wait. That actually happened??

MASON: Oh yeah, I’ve heard this story.

WES: It was trauma for us all.

I chuckle, unsurprised the planning has been completely sidetracked. Nico and Wes always get the job done, but they tend to do it in the most unconventional and entertaining way possible.

ME: Stella suggested neon paint like something from an old tv show?

MASON: Are you and little O’Brien hanging out during the break?? Brave man.

NICO: OMG. HE MEANS TEEN WOLF!!

WES: We have to. Especially after all the cardio Cap made us do.

ME: Am I the only one who has never seen this show?

HUNTER: Yup.

Small, callused hands brush my neck and I immediately put my phone down. My breath catches as big blue eyes smile at me, making me wonder who I blew in another life to deserve Stella’s undivided attention.

“So, I was thinking…”

“A dangerous hobby.”

She gives me a stern look, but the smirk tugging her lips tells me a different story. I pull her closer, bringing those snarky lips to mine before she can get another word in.

Stella’s squeak of surprise turns into a quiet moan as I tangle my fingers in her hair and take her mouth. Stella’s hands run down the front of my shirt, pressing shamelessly against every crevice of my chest.

Nipping her bottom lip, I draw a whimper from her mouth as I deepen the kiss. My hands start to wander south but before I can get too far, a hard smack hits the side of my head.

“Don’t push it, Ellsworth.”

Stella and I break apart, our breathing heavy as Mo shoots me a filthy look from the row ahead. Removing my hands from Stella’s body, I give him an obedient thumbs up before he turns back around and pops some air pods in.

“So, you were thinking?” I bite back a laugh at the dazed look on Stella’s face, her hair a complete disaster now that I’ve had my way with it.

“Uh, right. I was thinking,” She pauses to lick her lips, making my eyes drop back down to the glistening colour. “Maybe we should plan what nights to see each other? You know, to make it easier with your training schedule.”

It takes my lust-swollen brain a second to catch up.

“You mean plan what nights we sleep together?”

She nods, a faint blush staining her cheeks, “Yeah, I just figure on days you have tournaments or early morning practices you'll want a restful sleep. And you know, not get woken up every morning by my issues.”

I frown, “That sounds terrible.”

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