It can’t. We have too much history, and neither of us needs the complication. Not when we’re living in the same building and taking the same classes.
“We’ll see.” Parker pushes his hair back from his forehead, and when he speaks, his voice is steady. “But just so you know, the next time I lick that hot little pussy, it’ll be because you’re begging for it.”
Sweet Jesus.
20
PARKER
It’sFriday morning and the guys and I are in the locker room dressing for class. Conditioning was brutal, as usual, but Coach’s “Let’s kick Buffalo’s ass on their home turf”speech was blessedly short. Buffalo isn’t in our conference, but that doesn’t mean we can slack off tomorrow. We’ve got a job to do and one way or another, we need to get it done.
After all, it’s the only way to guarantee a shot at the championship game.
I slam my locker door and Vaughn shoots me a look.
“Sorry, man.”
“Worried about tomorrow?” he asks, pulling a t-shirt over his head.
“Not even a little.” The team looked sharp at practice this week and our defense seems to be finding their rhythm after the shaky start against Idaho. “We’ve got this in the bag.”
“Fuckin’ right.” Coop snaps his towel and turns to our team captain. “Think Coach’ll let us go out for wings after we check into the hotel tonight?”
“Only if you know a wing bar that doesn’t serve alcohol,” Reid says, tugging on a pair of athletic shorts.
“Dude, we’re going to Buffalo. We can’t go to Buffalo and not eat wings.”
Reid shrugs. “Take it up with Coach. I’m not about to put my ass on the line for your appetite.”
“The fuck?” Coop says, feigning indignation. “You’re our captain. You’re supposed to have our backs. Right Parker?”
“Look at the bright side, princess.” I flash him a shitty grin. “At least you don’t have to worry about puffy hangover eyes.”
Vaughn snorts. “Because that would be a travesty.”
No, the real travesty is that I haven’t seen Sutton since we hooked up Saturday night. Our paths haven’t crossed this week—not even at the apartment complex—and I’m convinced it’s because she’s avoiding me, though I’m not sure why.
It could be my confession. Or the fact that we hooked up again.
Hell, it could be both.
The uncertainty has me on edge.
She can’t hide forever.
Not when we have Advanced Multicamera Production today.
Unless Sutton dropped the class—which is unlikely with the Sports Stream internship on the line—she’ll be there, and so will I, since the team bus doesn’t leave for Buffalo until two.
“Yo, DeLaurentis. I need to call in that favor you owe me.”
Coop eyes me suspiciously as he styles his golden locks. “What do you need?”
I explain, and when I’m finished, he laughs and pulls out his phone. “Joke’s on you, Parker. I would’ve done this just for funsies.”
Thirty minutes later, I’m standing out front of the College of Communications when a kid with a Sig Chi pin approaches me with a brown paper bag. He offers me the bag without so much as an introduction, as if he’s glad to be rid of it.
“Were you able to get everything?” I ask.
