“I forgot to bring a towel,” Olly said, his voice dull like he wanted to snap at me but held himself back. He closed the door behind him, giving me a moment to quickly reach down and adjust myself. Whatever else I felt about Oliver Harvey, he had an exceptionally hot body. Maybe not quite Ridley Angus, but pretty damn close. I was half-hard at the sight of him, and the last thing I needed was for him to notice that.
“You can borrow mine,” I said exasperatedly, gesturing to the bottom drawer of my dresser. “Just go and buy one tomorrow.”
“Right,” he said. He squatted down next to the end of my bed to grab the towel out, and I tried not to gulp as I watched the muscles of his back and shoulder rippling under all of those drops of water as he opened and shut the drawer. Then he stood up and began to towel himself off with my towel, and I realized I had made more than one mistake.
Because all of this was not at all helping me to calm down, and I now had to deal with the thought of Olly’s body being all over that towel every time I used it.
He turned to face his bed and dropped his jeans to the floor, and I actually squeaked.
Isqueaked.
“What?” he said, turning to look at me over his shoulder. “I’m wet.”
“Right,” I said weakly. I rolled onto my side, facing him, so that there would be no telltale tent in the bedsheets.
And then he used my towel to dry his ass and cock, and I wished so hard I had rolled the other way.
I couldn’t stop staring at it.
His ass… like everything else about him, it was muscled and developed, his thighs thick from training. I wanted to touch it. I wanted…
I closed my eyes and tried really hard to melt into the pillows. Maybe if I crawled under the covers…
“Thanks.”
I opened my eyes a crack and saw Olly with his boxers firmly back into the correct place. He was dumping my towel on the floor on my side of the room. I didn’t even have the energy to correct him for being so slovenly and rude. I was too busy trying not to die.
And then he was getting into bed, and I realized he was intending to sleep in just his underwear and nothing else.
I stifled the groan that wanted to burst free of my chest and rolled to face the wall. “Goodnight,” I said, turning back at the last minute to switch off the lamp on my nightstand and plunge the room into darkness.
I just couldn’t wait to spend the next few days living in a literal torture chamber with an extremely hot football player who was so far off limits it was almost painful – watching him walk around half-naked.
It was going to be a long week.
Olly
My first week of college had gone great.
Not.
My first day started with me getting in late and meeting Keaton again. Then he’d wanted nothing to do with me. The second day had been the day he went to the Dean to ask to get away from me. The third day was when I’d realized I was completely out of my league in every single class.
Football practice was just about the only thing that had gone right.
I slumped in my chair as the lecture ended. I had no energy at all to get up and leave the room. All I could do was stare numbly at the notes in front of me.
This was Econ 101. It was supposed to be the simple stuff. How dumb was I that I couldn’t even understand what the professor had said? All I had done was write down exactly what he did on the board. Now, I couldn’t make head nor tail of it.
If I couldn’t understand it the minute class ended, how was I going to get through midterms?
I slowly put my stuff together and got up out of my seat. I didn’t want to be the last one left in the class. If I was, maybe the professor would start talking to me.
I would give him two minutes before he realized I wasn’t supposed to be there and threw me out of his class.
I walked back to the dorm slowly. There was no rush. I knew Keaton wouldn’t be there. He had printed up his class schedule and stuck it on the wall above his bed. I could see how many he classes he had and I didn’t get it. He had a full load – and I couldn’t even manage the few classes I was taking.
I knew that without football I never would have gotten into this college. My Mom had said this was a chance to prove myself. To show that I was more than just a sports player.
