“Dibs on this one,” he mutters.
“Knock yourself out,” I say, already fishing my phone out of my duffel.
My phone lights up the second I go to unlock it.
Sophie: So… did my good luck text work?
we won. defense came up huge on the last drive.
Sophie: I knew you would. You’re kind of a big deal, linebacker.
oh, so you do notice what I do on the field.
Sophie: I notice a lot of things.
My heart kicks up. I sit back against the headboard, still damp from the post-game shower at the stadium, but I can already feel heat rising again.
yeah? like what?
Sophie: The way you move when you read a play. The way you hit. The way that jersey fits you.
careful, Prescott. I’m still on the team floor.
Sophie: You started it, Harrison.
I drag a hand over my face, grinning. She’s got me there.
you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.
Sophie: Oh, I think I do.
I can’t exactly act on it with Logan five feet away.
Sophie: Then I guess you’ll just have to imagine…
Yeah. That’s exactly my problem.
I stand, phone still in my hand. “I’m gonna shower,” I say.
Logan cracks one eye open. “Didn’t youjustshower at the stadium?”
I ignore him, heading for the bathroom.
Behind me, he calls, “Dude, if you’re about to have sex with Sophie on FaceTime, at least play some music?—”
The door shuts on his laugh.
The tile’s cool under my feet, and I sit on the side of the bathtub before texting her back.
are you still wearing my jersey? you know, so I can imagine properly.
She replies almost instantly, but this time it’s a picture.
That would be a yes to still wearing my jersey, but she’s sitting in front of the mirror next to her closet on her knees, pulling the hem of my jersey down just enough to cover the space between her thighs. Her eyes are looking right at her phone while her lower lip is captured by her teeth.
Holy shit.
My dick is instantly hard, and I am already second-guessing how great of an idea this was. At this point, I feel like I know Sophie well, but I can’t lie. I’m really interested in getting to knowthisside of her too.