Page 42 of Heart of Gold
I should argue with him, but I have a feeling that won’t get me anywhere. Instead I just nod, and walk out toward the parking lot.
I’m disappointed when I don’t see any rideshare cars lined up. It must be too early, there’s still nearly an entire quarter left in the game. Pulling my phone out, I open the rideshare app. Theclosest car is only five minutes away so I click to confirm the ride and drop my phone back into my clear stadium approved bag.
Now, it’s just a race between Grayson and Manuel, my driver. Who will get to me first?
I plop down on the curb and let my mind reel. I did things with Gavin. Ifeltthings with Gavin. Things I’ve never felt before.
How would I even begin to explain that to Grayson?
My phone buzzes with a text from Ava checking on me. I let her know I’m headed back to the dorm, and pull up Instagram to search for Gavin.
I quickly type Gavin Richardson into the search bar and smile at his handle.
Richie_Gav2
His tiny circle profile pic is just the back of his jersey on full display. Number 2 filling the screen. There is no bio, just an athlete label and a gazillion followers.
“Stalking me?”
I jump at the sound of his voice, turning around to look at him. He’s gorgeous. Dark hair and features that literally make me weak, not to mention a jawline that could cut straight through glass.
“No,” I gasp. “I would never.”
He nods down at my phone open on his Instagram profile. “Then what do you call that?”
I pull it up to my chest, hiding it. “I was just curious. I was just about to click off it.”
I shrug it off, and mentally kick myself in the ass.
What the fuck are you doing, Quinn! Stop mumbling and talking like a nervous fool! Get your shit together, I demand.
“Why are you sitting out here?”
I wiggle my phone, “Waiting on a ride.”
He stretches his arm out, offering me his hand, “Come on, I can give you a ride.”
I look past him in the direction of the Eagle locker room but don’t see Grayson.
“Unless you are waiting…” He trails off, but I immediately stop him.
“No, I’m not.”
I take his hand and he uses very little effort to help me up off the ground. We both hesitate before pulling our hands apart. To be quite honest, I can’t stop staring at him. Of course he was sexy as hell on our cruise, but seeing him like this, in his natural element, there’s something so much more sexy about it.
He looks good.
Really good.
He doesn’t look like the nervous guy I met a few weeks ago. This Gavin is much more confident, and it’s so damn attractive.
I follow him to his truck and he opens the door for me, waiting until I’m completely in before gently shutting me inside.
His truck smells clean, and there is not a single piece of trash or so much as a fleck of dust. It seems so odd for a college guy but it fits him. He slips into the driver seat and tosses his keys into the cupholder, pushing the button to start the engine.
“Where do you live?” He asks, and I look over at him, the small spot right above his eyebrow starting to bleed again.
I don’t ask, I just open the glove box to find a napkin and place it on the cut. “Here.”
