Not wanting to be a complete ass, I did stop to help Nylah throw the trash away, but as soon as the popcorn box disappeared, I gave her a wave and said, “See ya.”
“Yeah, you will,” she called after me.
I forced myself to stop and turn around. There were a good few feet between us. It felt safe enough to engage. It was important that I did. Shaking my head, I gave her a serious look, hoping she knew how much I meant it. “I shouldn’t.”
“But you want to, Stone-Face McAvoy.”
“Lame.” It took maximum effort not to crack a grin. She’s fucking funny with her name-calling routine.
And she smells good. I don’t know what shit she puts in her hair, but it’s a drug of some kind. A dangerous, addictive one.
The weight of her head on my shoulder was…
Clenching my jaw, I shook my head and spun away from her.
“I’m going to Fledgling after class tomorrow. Apparently, they have a great little pizza place.”
“So?” I called over my shoulder, forcing myself to keep walking.
“So… if you happen to be hungry after football practice, maybe I’ll see you there!”
Glancing back, I took in her hopeful expression and couldn’t say a fucking thing.
I have no idea what her face did after I turned away, but I’ve been calculating how long it’ll take me to get to Fledgling ever since.
It’s about a forty-five-minute ride. I have no idea how she’s getting there, but the pimple of a town has only one pizza place, and somehow I know I’m gonna go.
Even though I really shouldn’t.
Heading back to Football Frat with everyone else is the safer bet. Sure, Sienna and Zoey will be back there again. I growl in my throat, not wanting to think about it. I mean, I’m happy for Zander that he managed to work shit out with his woman and all. The fiery look on her face when she stormed into Athletes Hall at lunch was kinda sexy. It was inevitable that they’d get back together, and I spent the afternoon trying to reconcile with the fact that I have to live with a toddler again.
I made my complaints loud and clear when Zander confirmed it, and he assured me he’s working on a solution.
But fuck it… it’s a pretty damn good excuse to stay away from the house, and yet another reason to head to Fledgling.
Which you shouldn’t! Coach already hates you. If he finds out about this, you’re a dead man.
But if I don’t go, she’ll be there all alone.
And I can’t fucking stand that.
So I pick up my pace, running into the locker room after practice and getting changed like a man on a mission.
The guys trail in behind me, talking football. Grady compliments Zander on a good practice. It was. The guy was driven and amped up. It probably helped that he had sex this afternoon. He didn’t have to say anything; I could tell by the way he walked into the locker room to get suited up for practice.
Lucky bastard.
Sienna is one hot chick.
And sex of any kind is a good thing.
Not that I’ve had any lately.
Fuck.
I should be bailing on Fledgling and heading to a sports bar. I could find myself a nice honey, and we could…
Have unsatisfying sex in the back of her car?