Always getting what you want, aren’t you?
 
 Because you think you can make me want it, too.
 
 And it’s fucking working.
 
 CHAPTER 9
 
 ANDREW
 
 “Holy fuck, you are on fire,” Luke said to me as I jogged out to the side of the football field after a timeout was called.
 
 The lights around the field were bright, the crowd was riotously loud, and the first truly chilly day of fall had finally happened for tonight’s game.
 
 “I’m in heaven,” I said through my helmet, stretching my hands over my head.
 
 “Peachel, yougod!” Mickey, one of our running backs, said as he came up, patting me on the back. “That TD was impossible.”
 
 “Not impossible. I knew I could make it happen.”
 
 “We are so fucking back, baby,” Luke said, clapping his hands together. He looked up around the stands, which were completely packed tonight.
 
 There were ten minutes left in the game, and even though Renson U were playing well tonight, they hadn’t been able to match the heat I was bringing.
 
 I felt untouchable.
 
 And every time I looked over and saw Gray sitting at the edge of the field, it gave me another surge of pride.
 
 That’s right.
 
 Watch me.
 
 Owning this game and not even a little bit ashamed of what we did.
 
 If anything, the memory of Gray pounding the absolute fuck out of me last week just made me play better.
 
 It wasn’t that I wanted to impress him.
 
 Or maybe it was. A little.
 
 But all week, I felt like I’d already won. I turned in all of my backlogged homework in my Roman Empire class,andI felt like I’d done pretty goddamn well on the exam yesterday. I’d been killing it at practices, and the frat house had turned out to be fine as usual after the scare last week.
 
 And…
 
 I’d gotten closer to Gray.
 
 He would deny it, over and over again.
 
 But all week, he’d been texting me, at least once a day.
 
 On Monday?
 
 Gray: By the way, that’s never happening again.
 
 But by the end of Tuesday night:
 
 Or if it does, it’s going to be in your room, not mine.
 
 I smiled like an idiot when I got that one, because it was only more proof that he’d liked fucking me just as much as I’d liked getting fucked.