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He leaned in and pressed a bunch of kisses all over the side of my face. “You’re incredible. Mypro football player.”
Excitement still sparkled through me, even two weeks after it had happened.
I’d been invited to the draft soon before it actually started, but an invite didn’t necessarily mean Iwouldbe drafted.
But two weeks ago, it had happened.
In the second round, I’d been drafted to Dallas, in a moment that felt like it should have been utterly life-changing.
Itwaslife-changing, of course.
But here I was, the same person I’d always been. I still wanted to finish off my final year of college strong, even though I probably didn’t need to.
And I was still nervous about something else.
I looked at Gray right now, that smile that I’d never been able to resist.
Meeting him had been just as life-changing as being drafted.
And now?
I had a nervous flutter in my chest when I thought about next year, wondering if he’d be able to go to law school in Texas. I couldn’t imagine being without him.
“Still cocky, all the time,” he murmured at me.
“Always will be,” I said. “And I’ll always love you, too. It wasn’t just my cock, it was also the way I batted my long eyelashes at you, wasn't it?”
“Oh, you want to go there?” Gray asked.
“God, I fucking love you in light blue shirts,” I said, gazing down and then back up at his eyes.
“Trying to distract me, aren’t you?” he murmured. “Honestly, the first thing I loved about you was your ego. But the secondthing was how you somehow manage to be the nicest guy I’ve ever met, evenwiththat ego.”
“Call me a maverick,” I said, shrugging. “I can do both, baby.”
“I fucking love you.”
“I love you more.”
He laughed, running his hands through his hair. “Come on. Are we going to study, or not?”
“I’ve been studying your biceps coming out of that shirt,” I said.
We both sat down in front of my desk, and I managed to only kiss him incessantly for about five minutes before finally trying to focus on my homework.
But my leg kept bouncing.
My mind kept wandering.
Truthfully, I’d been doing massively better with my ADHD since I started seeing a school counselor for it. I’d started developing methods for organization, tools to help me plan out my days better, and I had access to medication if I ever felt that I needed it.
But this week was different than that. This week, I was distracted for an extremely legitimate reason.
Gray was supposed to start hearing back from law schools soon.
And if he didn’t get into one in Texas, it was going to break my heart.
I could barely think about anything else.
