Like I said before, she is so loving this.
Carter shakes his head and folds his arms against his chest. “Are you arguing with me, Thompson?”
I pull Noah’s jersey over my head and reveal a pink cami beneath. Then I slip into Carter’s and smooth down the material. Since it’s sized for a woman, it hugs my curves perfectly.
I hold my arms out wide for his perusal and shout, “How do you like me now, Prescott?”
Heat leaps in his eyes as they lick over me. “You look hot.” He winks as he jogs backward. “See you after the game.”
He gives me one last wave before being swallowed up by the tunnel.
“That,” Olivia declares, “was the most swoon-worthy thing ever.”
I don’t want to gloat, but she’s right.
It totally was.
And just like that, I fall a little bit harder for Carter.
36
CARTER
“Great game, Prescott!”
“Dude, you owned that field today!”
Hands pat me on the shoulder as I move through the crowd searching for Daisy. She hung around after the game to congratulate me and then took off with Olivia, saying they would meet up with us later.
It amazes me that I went this long without Daisy and now all I want is her by my side.
And her wearing my jersey this afternoon?
Yeah, that was sexy as fuck.
I’m sure she’s changed into something more party-friendly, but I’m fantasizing about seeing her in my jersey and nothing else. Thinking about it gives me a semi.
The plan for this evening is simple. I find her, we hang for an hour or so and make the rounds, then we head back home where I immediately strip her ass naked. Maybe have her throw on that jersey again.
I stop and survey the crowd, but don’t see her blond head anywhere. I’m just about to pull out my cell and track her down when a pair of female hands rove over my chest. My head snaps up, hoping that Daisy has materialized.
No such luck. The smile fades from my face as disappointment sets in.
“Hi, Carter. That was an awesome game this afternoon.”
Vanessa, a girl I know from around campus, gives me a coy smile all the while walking her fingers over my bicep. “And you in particular were,” she pauses, searching for a different adjective, but is apparently unable to come up with one on the fly. “Seriously awesome.”
“Ummm, thanks,” I say.
I know what Vanessa’s looking for.
And it’s not going to happen.
Hopefully she’s catching the vibe I’m putting out there that I’m not interested. I’ve been around long enough to know how this situation is going to play out.
“Don’t you think Carter was awesome today, Cassy?”
Alright…I wasn’t expecting that twist.
