Sebastian gives my shoulder a squeeze. "You'll be fine."
"I can't rely on you to keep me warm every time I go outside."
He lifts a brow. "I wouldn't mind, but I don't think my grades would be too good if I did."
I nod. "And if you want to play ball, you've got to keep those grades up."
"Yep," he answers.
"When does the season start?"
"We've already started practices and shit, but the season doesn't start until after Christmas break," he tells me while he holds the dorm door open for me.
"At least you'll be able to start with a clean slate. New semester and all."
He nods. "What's on the agenda tonight?"
"Pizza?" I ask.
"Again?" he retorts.
I shrug. "Mexican?"
"We can eat pizza. I was just giving you shit."
"I'm good with anything, really."
We get on the elevator and as it starts to climb, he turns to me.
"How about a compromise?" Sebastian asks.
My eyebrows rise and I tilt my head to the side.
"Taco pizza," he says with a gorgeous smile.
"Oh, that sounds so good. Let's do that."
He leans down, his mouth close to my ear, when the doors begin to open. "I love it when you moan like that."
I can only imagine how red my face is right now.
He chuckles.
"Jerk," I grit out, then shove him to the side. He laughs harder.
"It's so fun teasing you."
"I'm glad you find me amusing," I say drolly as I open the door.
"I find you a whole lot more than amusing."
I bit back my gasp. He shouldn't say things like that to me. I'm with Cam. I pretend to ignore it, but inside it confuses me.
It's just because he's here and Cam's not—he hasn't been around much at all the last three weeks. I ignored what Sebastian told me and deluded myself. I thought the time he spent on the field would be the same as it was preseason, but it's gotten so I barely see him.
I sigh inwardly and try to make the best of it.
"Lex?" I shout, checking to see if she's home.
