“Go get ’em, Wildcat.” She makes a roaring sound in the back of her throat and nudges me forward, slapping my backside just before the crowd swallows me whole.
I slowly make my way across the room, doing my best to ignore the musky scent of stale beer and body spray that permeates the air. I weave between sweaty bodies, keeping my gaze locked on my target. I have to give Haley credit. The girl’s got good taste, and she definitely knows my type. He’s cute in a boy next door kind of way, and there are no Greek letters in sight.
Perfect one-night stand material.
But... What the hell am I supposed to say?
Nice bun, wanna fuck?
I’ve heard worse at these parties.
And really, who needs small talk anyway?
I square my shoulders and flash him a brilliant smile as I approach. Fake it till you make it and all that jazz. He grins back at me, and for a second, I’m feeling myself, my confidence at an all-time high. But then the heel of my bootie gets caught on the most disgusting rug on the face of the planet, and I stumble forward, crashing face first into his chest.
So much for playing it cool.
“Woah.” He slides his hands around my waist as someone to my left shoutsparty foul. “You okay?”
My face is on fire, and my pride is screaming at me to walk away before I make a bigger fool of myself, but I ignore it.
It’s not the first time something like this has happened.
And I doubt it will be the last.
“My hero.” I straighten and rest a hand on his bicep, giving it a squeeze, just like they do in the movies. “I’m Quinn. And you are?”
His brows shoot up, like he can’t believe I’m being this bold. That makes two of us. “Zac.”
“Are you here with anyone, Zac?” I use my flirty voice, which sounds pitchy to my own ears, but it must work because now he’s really looking at me, a spark of interest flaring in his eyes.
“Nah. You?”
“Nope.”Might as well own that ish. “Want to go upstairs?”
“Seriously?” He blinks, and I can see the moment he gives himself a mental facepalm, because, yeah, not a lot of guys on campus questioning a no strings hookup. “I mean, sure, that would be cool.”
He snakes an arm around my waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hip, and steers me toward the stairs. I give Haley a thumbs up as we pass, and she makes an obscene gesture that has heat flooding my cheeks.
Holy shit. This is happening. I’m finally going to lose my virginity.
2
COOPER
“Never have I ever...”Stacy pauses, tongue gliding suggestively over her cherry-red lips as she flutters her lashes. “Hooked up with a Heisman contender.”
Neither of us drinks.
She lifts a brow meaningfully—leaving no doubt she’d like to rectify the situation—as sweaty coeds press in on us from all sides. The Sig Chi party is a madhouse, and I’m feeling it, the music pulsing through my body like an electric current. I should be exhausted from today’s game. It was a nail biter. But I’m wired, adrenaline coursing through my veins long after the thrill of victory should have faded.
A better man would point out that Reid’s more likely to find his name on the Heisman short-list, but something tells me Stacy wouldn’t care, so I keep that shit to myself.
After all, the girl is bold and unapologetic about her intentions, and I’m here for it.
“You were incredible in today’s game.”
She’s not wrong. I had one hundred and ninety-five receiving yardsandscored the winning touchdown. Not bad for the home opener.
