Page 104 of The Surprise Play
I never knew I’d be into a girl like her, but she’s taking me out faster than I can counter… and I’m happy to let that happen.
At least I think I am.
Worry about how this shift in the relationship might change our tutoring sessions, and my ability to graduate, starts eating away at me, the thought coming out of the fucking blue and killing the happy buzz that’s been keeping me going all day.
Fuck.
By the time practice is over, I’ve set up camp in the “maybe this is a bad idea” zone. I hate that zone, but I’ve got to be logical about this, right?
A whole lot of sweat and exertion is starting to clear the romantic fog I’ve been living in all day. My aching body is reminding me why I’m really here and what my ultimate goal is.
Standing in the shower, I rinse off the winter dirt and scrub my body clean.
Shit. Maybe we shouldn’t be aiming for a second date.
And I definitely shouldn’t be sleeping with her.
Now’s my chance to gently shift things into the friend zone, right? Because who am I kidding?
I’m not gonna be able to sit beside her and concentrate on anything she’s saying if my horny body is raging for another taste of her.
And that’s not the only thing I should be considering here.
In April I’ll be drafted, and as soon as graduation’s over, I’ll be off. Satch still has two more years at Nolan after that. Will we just break up? Or do we try some long-distance thing? Am I even capable of that?
Disappointment scorches me as I soap under my pits, then rinse the shampoo out of my hair.
Fuck. I’m gonna have to friend-zone this situation.
I really don’t want to, but it’s the right thing to do.
No more dates and making out.
I just need to stay focused on passing my classes this semester, graduating, and then following my football dreams.
By the time I’m done washing, I’m in a foul mood and miss half the chatter in the locker room. I towel off as fast as I can and get dressed, needing to get out of here. I need some space and quiet so I can figure out how to tell Satch that I can’t take things further.
Fuck!
This sucks.
Snatching my phone, I spot an email notification andsit down to clear it only to read the message and then jump back up with a loud whoop.
“Holy shit.” Carson flinches, shoving my shoulder for scaring him.
I laugh and shove him back. “Sorry, man, but I’ve got to celebrate.”
“Why?” He frowns at me.
“I just got an A-. A fucking A-!” I holler.
The guys around me stop what they’re doing to snicker and grin at my ridiculous happy dance.
“Did you hear that? An A-! And it’s all my own work! I did that shit! Me!”
“Good job.” Zander laughs, lightly punching my arm while Grady gives me a proud smile and Tyrell applauds me.
“Glad the new tutor’s working out, man.”
