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My fucking cheeks heat at his casual threat. “Yeah, okay.”

I watch him drive away before I step into my building. I shake my head at Bert snoozing away and jog up the stairs. One of these days, he’s going to get fucking fired.

There’s a note on our whiteboard from Luca.

Got an all-night study session. I’ll be back tomorrow.

I sigh in relief. I’m sure if Luca was here, he’d ask if I was okay after Kerian basically forced me on a date. Right now, I’m not in the mood to answer questions, especially when I still have a lot to unravel.

Flopping onto my bed, I toe my shoes off and curl under my blanket.

I feel a little off kilter. Before I left here today, I swore to cut Kerian off, to block his number and never talk to him again. When we were on the way to the pizza place, I told myself that once would be enough to get him out of my system.

Now? Now I don’t think that’s possible. Not only because of the sex, but how careful he was with me when he was getting me ready. There’s nothing about Kerian that screams gentle or soft, but he was for me. He made my first time with a man so pleasurable that it’s all I can think about. My ass is sore, but I would push past the pain to feel him inside me again.

But where is this all going? Kerian doesn’t look like the type to want a relationship. I’ll probably be just another fuck for him.

He said I was his, though. Did he mean it or am I looking too much into it? Dudes have been known to promise shit when they come until their brain kicks back on. Kerian may have been of the same mind when he claimed me the way he did.

Scoffing, I turn to my side, my eyes drooping. I’m happily sated, my hole sore and my body loose. Before I let sleep take over, my last thought is of Kerian’s face when he exploded inside me.

ChapterTwelve

KERIAN

I spent entirely too longthis morning staring at the text on my phone.

Dimples: Morning. sleep good?

Thx… uh for you know

Last night

Yeah…have a good practice

Who thefucksends good morning texts to the person who kicked you out after taking your virginity? Zander Braithe is like a goddamn alien.

It’s that stupidtextand his expression when he orgasms that has my attention when a football hits me square in the chest.

“Fuck, Slade, pay attention. What’swrongwith you today?” My center, Drew Walters, sounds as annoyed as I feel, but I’m not going to let him know that.

I know what’s wrong with me.

Zander Braithe and his goddamn smile.

With a snarl, I pick up the ball and hurl it back at Walters, making him hiss and shake his hand out when he catches the bullet. “Why don’t you do your fucking job and get the ball in my hands next time, asshole?”

He takes his helmet off, closing the distance between us to get in my face. “I did my fucking job. Get your head out of the fucking clouds and do yours. Or do you want to hand our next game over to the other team? Keep practicing like that and that’s what will fucking happen.”

I jerk forward, grabbing the front of his jersey and slamming my helmeted forehead against his unprotected one. “Fucking talk to me like that again, Walters. See if you play another game.”

A snort from my left catches my attention. Easton Kirby is my defensive tackle, and he has a smirk on his face like heknowsthere’s something going on with me. I’m not that transparent and I know it, but I’mstillwilling to beat the shit out of him. I fucking hate the guy. I always have, because he’salwayshad a problem with me. I turn on him.

“Got something to say, bitch?” I ask, my fists curled at my sides.

I can feel something vicious swirling just beneath the surface, prickling my skin like a million tiny daggers and threatening to overtake me. This is the energy I promised I wouldn’tbringto the field with my team, because I know it could cost me everything.

Apparently, Easton sees it too. The anger bleeds out of his expression, replaced with a tinge of fear that he can’t quite hide behind a sneer of defiance. He moves back onto his side of the line, glancing at me every now and then to see if I’m still glaring at him.

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