My pulse quickens and that molten heat returns to my core.
Fan-freaking-tastic. Now all it takes is a text for me to get aroused.
Me: I wish there was something I could do to return the favor.
The instant I press send, I reread the message and groan. Nothing says thirsty like sending suggestive texts to your commitment phobic one-night stand.
Cooper: It’s all good. Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.
I stare at the message, brow furrowed, before typing a reply.
Me: Why wouldn’t I be okay?
Cooper: I’ve heard some women are sore after their first time and since we did it three times…
I can almost see his ears turning red as he types. It’s sweet that he cares enough to check in, and it proves my theory that he’s not the arrogant player he pretends to be—not entirely anyway—but that doesn’t mean I can’t give him a hard time.
Me: And you figured that since you’re SO big, I must be one of those women?
The floating dots appear, and I laugh out loud when a Big Dick Energy meme pops up on the screen. My fingers fly over the keyboard as I type my reply.
Me: I don’t think that phrase means what you think it does. Go look it up. I’ll wait.
35
COOPER
“I knowwhat Big Dick Energy is,” I mutter, opening the browser on my phone.
I’ve got BDE in spades.
“What are you mumbling about?” Parker asks, leaning over to peer at my screen.
The entire football team is holed up in the academic center for study hall. Like practice, it’s a requirement for student athletes to ensure we maintain passing grades.
My roommates and I share a table in the back corner of the room, but despite the open laptop and stack of textbooks before me, I haven’t gotten much done.
I’m too damn tired to think, thanks to Coach Collins and the practice from hell.
Just the thought of physical activity is enough to make me hurl right now.
So, yeah, I should be working on this week’s case study for my International Relations class, but I’m not feeling it.
Talking to Quinn is far more interesting.
“You can Google BDE all you want,” Parker says, smirking. “But the only way you’re going to get it is if Reid’s energy rubs off on you.”
“We should be so lucky.” Vaughn looks up from his laptop, gaze sliding from me to Parker. “If it hasn’t happened by now, it’s never going to happen.”
Ignoring them, I read the definition filling my screen.
Big Dick Energy (noun): Understated but unshakeable self-confidence. Confidence without cockiness.
Well, shit. Quinn was right. Talk about a misnomer.
I close the browser and type my reply.
Me: Quiet confidence is overrated.
