Her moan did something unexpected to me. Electricity buzzed through my body and straight to my cock. Fuck, I was getting horny from a playful moan. If that wasn't a sign that I needed to get laid, I don't know what was.
The only problem was that crutches weren't sexy, and despite the many girls visiting, I didn't want to be the injured guy getting a BJ in bed.
That wasn't me.
But my own heroism led me to a car with my teammate’s sister and a hard dick.
Clearly, I was off my game.
“I actually would appreciate it if you took me back to my dorm,” she said, the playfulness gone from her words. “I'll call Aaron tomorrow, but I just want to be alone tonight.”
“The girls were worried about you,” I said, trying to reason with her.
“I can walk if it's a problem,” Rosie shrugged when she looked out the window and noticed we were on the street of the soccer house. “I need to clear my head.”
“Are you sure you don't want to talk?” I asked one more time.
Rosie stared at me and shook her head. “Not tonight. I'm too...”
She struggled to find the right word to describe her emotions, but I didn't push her. I allowed the silence to stretch between us, wrapping her in a comfortable blanket.
Everyone told me she was shy and reserved when we first met, but I got to see her bubbly personality whenever we spent one-on-one time together.
And I loved our time together.
Reaching for the radio, I turned it on, allowing a sad Taylor Swift song to fill the car.
Rosalie chuckled and leaned her head against the headrest. “I think Daisy is turning me into a Swiftie.”
I returned her smile, welcoming the change of topic.
Daisy was Ivy's sister who just transferred from Westpoint University, our enemies, to Hillview University. She and Rosie were roommates.
“I know like two songs... what's that one called that goes 'Shake it off, shake it off-off, yeah'?” I tried to sing it, making it sound horrible.
She laughed and covered her mouth. “It's called Shake It Off. Earth-shattering, I know.”
I shrugged as a grin spread across my face.
“What's the second one?” She probed me with a small smile, and I was glad I got her out of the funk mood she was in, even if it was at my own expense.
“It's the one with the goat noise,” I scratched my head. “You know the one with 'we are never ever getting back together' and the screaming goat sound.”
Rosie stared at me, her lower lip trembling, and for a second, I thought she was about to cry. Instead, she burst out laughing, doubling over and leaning against her knees.
Pride swelled in my chest as she dabbed her tears of happiness off her face, and she barely got out a word. “What goat are you talking about?”
“I'll send you the video.”
“Please do, I need to show that to Daisy,” she let out one last chuckle, and her eyes lit up when she caught sight of her dorm building.
It wasn't nearly as nice as any of the frat or sports houses, and it reminded me more of a prison when I stayed there, especially with all the added security, but for some reason, it was safe for Rosalie.
“Anyway,” she stalled for a second as I pulled into the nearly empty parking lot. It was Saturday night after all, most people were out and about. “Thanks for the ride.”
She cringed and shook her head when she saw my wide grin. “You're such a pig.”
“Most guys are,” I shrugged, pulling the hand brake. “At least I don't hide it.”
