“Swear to God, Dane, if you’re here to ask me for more condoms, I’m cutting your dick off. It’s a fucking Monday night.”
I snort a laugh as I push open the door to reveal my topless captain lying on his bed in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, reading a book about Lionel Messi. Holy fuck.
His eyes widen when he sees me, and I stand there like a fucking idiot staring at his sculpted chest and the pronounced V leading down to his…
I clear my throat and drag my eyes up to his, expecting to see anger, but getting thrown again when I see curiosity.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, setting his book aside and sitting in the middle of his bed, his abs rippling from the effort.
“Huh?” My tongue is suddenly heavy in my mouth. I mentally shake myself. He’s straighter than the lines on a pitch. I’m an idiot for lusting after something I can’t have.Thank God I have my date this weekend with my masked shadow. “Oh, um, yeah. I’m feeling better. Thanks.”
This is going worse than I imagined. I should have just waited until I saw him around campus or at training on Wednesday.
“You looked like shit.”
Ouch.
“Thanks,” I mutter. “It wasn’t pleasant.”
He gestures at his desk chair in the corner, but I really should leave. Being in his room, surrounded by his masculine scent, is sending all my synapses into overdrive. I don’t want to say something I’ll regret.
But I’m here for a reason, so I sink into the comfortable leather.
“I just wanted to say thanks for getting me home last week. I was delirious and shouldn’t have been behind the wheel.”
“No sweat,” he says lightly. “You would’ve done the same for me.”
Would I?
Instead of dwelling on that loaded question, I look around his room. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it’s surprisingly neat. No, not neat. It’s precision perfect, not a thing out of place. Even the small bookshelf under the window is organised according to book size.
“You, uh, made quite an impression on Milly,” I say when the silence becomes oppressive.
This elicits a warm chuckle from him, the sound shooting straight to my dick. I shift in my seat.
“She’s a spitfire,” he says, shaking his head in amusement.
I grin. “She’s definitely something.”
“So, when will you be back?”
“Coach Johnson wants to ease me back into trainingthis week, so I’ll ride the bench this weekend, and hopefully be back for the away game against Hightower next week.”
He nods. “That’s good. I love Dane, but he charges out too early, leaving the goal open, and their striker will eat that shit up. We need someone steady between the posts.”
My body warms from the inside. Did Noah Bentley just pay me a compliment?
“Thanks, man. I expected you to make it hard for me to come back in with Dane being your housemate and all.”
He shrugs. “The kid’s still young. He’ll step right into the number one spot after graduation, no doubt about it, but he’s got a bit of work to do.”
The awkward silence engulfs us once more. I shift in my seat. “Well, I guess I’ll see you at training on Wednesday.”
“Do you want to play GTA?” he blurts.
I blink. “You want to hang out? With me?”
He gives me a crooked grin that has my stomach doing backflips. “Why not? We’re mates, aren’t we?”
