Fuck. They saw that?
My phone buzzes.
Gavin
Almost there! Can't wait to see you Practice got canceled, so I'm all yours this afternoon
All his. Jesus Christ, this man's going to kill me.
Me
Great. I'll meet you at Beans & Books in 10
Gavin
Perfect! Haven't stopped thinking about the club night, btw
I stare at the screen. What does that mean? Is he freaking out? Having gay panic? Or...
Gavin
You looked so hot. Can't wait to do it again
Oh.Oh.
"He just said I looked hot," I say faintly.
"Told you!” all three of them yell in unison.
I regret having friends. I regret leaving my room. I regret every life choice that led to this moment of being frog-marched across campus by three smug assholes. They don't shut up the entire walk to the coffee shop.
Beans & Books is packed, because of course it is. My anxiety spikes the second I walk in, all these people and noise and?—
"Doc!”
And there he is. Six feet four inches of muscle in grey sweats that should be illegal, and a hoodie with the sides cut out showing glimpses of skin that make my mouth go dry. The grey sweats are... fuck. They're the kind that sit low on his hips, loose enough to be comfortable but just fitted enough to show... everything. The outline of his thighs when he shifts his weight. The way they cling just slightly when he moves.
"Grey sweatpants," Max whispers beside me, actually choking on air. "Dear God, it’s grey sweatpant season."
Leo makes a sound that might be a whimper. JP just nods solemnly, as if we're witnessing something sacred.
And maybe we are, because those sweats have my brain thinking things that I'm sure are illegal in at least 29 states. The soft fabric highlighting every muscle as he walks toward us, and is that...? Yeah, that's definitely... I can see...
Stop staring at his dick, Sebastian. Stop staring at his?—
He's grinning like I'm the best thing he's seen all day, completely oblivious to the fact that he's murdered all four of us with athletic wear.
"Holy Mary Mother of God," Leo mutters under his breath.
"Amen," JP agrees.
"Hey." I aim for casual, probably land somewhere around strangled.
His face falls slightly when he spots the others behind me. Just for a second, barely noticeable, before the grin comes back.
"Hey guys! This is great, like a study group!"
He's disappointed. Fuck. He wanted this to be just us, and I brought my entire support squad because I'm a coward who can't handle feelings like a normal person.
