“Do you live with your parents?”
“Yeah. Can’t exactly live in a dorm with my son. Plus, it’s the only home I’ve ever known and with Sam, it’s just easier.”
“Makes sense,” he replies as we follow behind his friends into the kitchen, and within moments I’m getting passed a prosecco because Shelby wants to celebrate. The Instagram postis quick to be made public by Christian since Shelby doesn’t have one. Which I thought at first was weird, then reminded myself that she had a stalker, and who would want any type of social media in that scenario.
@christianstoneRB Well, my girl has done it!! She has claimed victory over @randyharrisonQB! That’s right, ladies, our next upcoming home game, it’s going to be a full moon! 3 to 2 the decider has been decided.
#whiteass #jockstrap #qbwalkofshame @raptorscollege @raptorsfootball
The six of us have made our way around the well-loved dining room table and I honestly can’t remember when I had this much fun. The stories these guys tell, the way they rib-on each other, and the endless payouts toward Randy after tonight’s game.
The checking of Instagram is constant, with the post already receiving over a thousand comments. It’s made for a drunken, entertaining night, something I haven’t had in a very long time.
Randy’s friends have made me feel so welcome, and Randy himself has been so sweet. Looking after me, checking on me, and getting me food and drinks. He’s a big old flirt, which is no surprise as he does have the biggest manwhore reputation on campus.
It’s hard not to get sucked into it all. He makes me feel so special, though, like I’m the most important person in the room. His phone hasn’t stopped all night, but he has ignored it for the most part; a quick look here and there, but that’s about it. His mother must have raised him right, and that just adds to his hugely alluring personality and god-like looks.
It’s midnight when I look at my watch and I think about how time really has flown by. I know no one is at my house, but I should probably head off, not wanting to overstay my welcome even more. As the last hand of cards is thrown down, signaling the end to another game, I sigh. “Well, I probably should be going.” I stretch.
“You can’t leave at this hour,” Shelby says in her captivating Australian accent…seriously, I could listen to her talk for hours.
“It’s okay, I can just get an Uber, it’s not far.”
Randy nods his head in agreement to Shelby. “I really don’t want you getting an Uber this late. You can have my bed, and I will drive you home in the morning.”
“But then where will you sleep?” I question.
“In my bed, of course,” he says with a wink.
“Oh, umm,” I start to say.
Shelby leans in from the other side of the table, rescuing me from the awkwardness.
“Randy, you can sleep on the airbed,” she suggests. “We still have it from our camping trip, and I’m pretty sure Letti and Dani didn’t get any vomit on it when they used it last.” Shelby flashes Randy with a grin and stands to clear the empty bottles from the table.
I’ve had such a good night, had too many drinks, and Randy has been so sweet. I’m not sure I could trust myself to share a bed with one of the hottest men on the planet. Granted, I’m sure I would have an amazing time if given the option to do more than sleep.
“Might be some drool on it, though,” Walsh adds. “Those girls where fuckin’ hammered.”
“Well, that sounds like a brilliant idea!” Randy sarcastically grumbles.
After helping pack up and saying goodnight to everyone, I follow Randy up the stairs and find it hard not to admire his physique; everything about him is alluring and just plainhot. He opens the first door on the right and gestures for me to enter.
My feet cross the wooden threshold, looking around and taking in everything that is Randy Harrison’s room. It’s clean and simple with a desk, television, dresser, and large bed. A knock at the door has me turning as Shelby hands Randy the airbed, pump, and sleeping bag.
“Here you go,” she says, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
“Gee, thanks,” Randy exhales, voice dry enough to sand wood.
She points to pink shorts on top of the bundle. “I have some spare shorts if you want to borrow them.”
“Oh, thank you! That’s really nice of you.”
I turn to look at Randy as he drops the air mattress on the bed. “Am I able to take a shower?”
“Sure, I’ll get you a towel and a shirt…everything else you need should be in the bathroom. Shelby has taken it over with heaps of girly crap.”
“Help yourself.” Shelby shrugs with no argument, turning to leave as Randy opens his dresser and grabs a clean shirt for me.
