I honestly didn’t care about having a degree, but Jules cared, so I kind of had to in extension. I wasn’t going to walk in the graduation ceremony, but Jules convinced me too, telling me we’d have one last fun weekend if I stayed.
Thank the Lord college was over though and thank the Lord I had a place to play the next fall.
I signed to play with an AHL team in Texas and I was planning on asking Jules to come with me. I was keeping it a surprise that I got signed until tonight when I planned on asking her. She hadn’t accepted a job just yet, and she could teach anywhere, but I knew she needed time to start applying for this fall. It’d be a perfect start to our lives together. I couldn’t wait to see her face when I told her about signing and I couldn't wait to hear her say yes. I was kind of buzzing with nervous excitement because this was pretty damn close to proposing. I did think about proposing but my buds convinced me to wait and rack up some cash first so her grandfather would find me suitable. That was true, while we could elope this year, Jules could probably have the wedding of her dreams if we waited a year or two. We had time, our relationship was strong, I didn’t need to rush things when it came to us.
Paige and Ashlee arrived first and cracked open some alcohol and other fruity liquids and started mixing drinks with little umbrellas in my little apartment’s kitchen.
Paige handed one to Max, who was sitting back on the lopsided old couch he had purchased for my place. He and Smitty were RA’s for the younger players on the team who the university made live in the dorms for their first two years. They hated it, but it was required as co-captains. They spent most of their time at my place anyway.
“Dude, you look like a chick,” Smitty teased, dropping himself onto the couch, causing it to almost drop down to the floor.
“You’re taking that piece of shit with you right? I don’t want it,” I pointed out to Max.
Max rolled his eyes, “Try it,” he said handing his drink to Smitty, “I’ll drink anything my girl makes, she’s a beast bartender.”
I stood up then, I wanted some. I needed to keep my buzz and bravery for tonight.
I heard a car park out front then.
My Jules. I smiled easy seeing her tiny body jump out of her black Jeep Cherokee. Her newly blonde hair was thrown up into a short pony on top of her head for the drive here. I still couldn’t get used to her as a blonde and I kind of hoped she would change it back soon. I had to remind myself to be supportive of what she wanted too… I did start a tat sleeve without telling her, which was definitely a double standard… and maybe worse if she hated it because I did not have the desire or funds to get rid of it. Also, I’d never admit it, but it hurt like a motherfucker to get and I heard it was worse getting one removed.
I stood out on the porch waiting for her.
As soon as she made eye contact with me, my heart hitched. Our connection would never get old. That girl owned me.
Delight overtook her face and she ran up to me and jumped into my arms. I scooped up her butt and she wrapped her legs around me. She immediately found my mouth, and made out with me fiercely, her boobs pushing into me. God, I had missed her.
We’d gone three weeks without seeing each other because I’d been busy wrapping up the school year and she’d been applying and interviewing at various places around the state.
She gave one more quick kiss and pulled back from me then, “I’ve missed that! Let’s never be apart that long again, ya?” She said as she patted my cheek.
“One hundred percent agree,” I laughed. After being able to see each other so often this semester I didn’t want to go back to the long distance we had through college. “Never again, baby.”
She pulled back and giggled, her blue eyes sparkled happily, “are you drunk already?”
“Nope,” I lied.
She turned my hat backwards and kissed me again, “You can put me down now Mr. Scott.”
“Nope, gonna hold you all night. All mine,” I mumbled against her lips, earning more giggles. I loved being able to hold her so easily. When we had first started dating, yeah I could carry her, but not for long. While I had filled out a ton the last four years if I say so myself, she pretty much shrank in tone, becoming even lighter if possible. Now I could probably carry her around all night long if I wanted to.
I carried her into my living room where we were greeted with cheers from the rest of the crew.
I placed her in a seat next to Paige and turned to pick up my drink when she caught sight of the ink peeking under my short sleeve.
“Greyson Patrick Scott!” She hissed.
Everyone kind of stopped and looked. My face faltered. I hoped she wouldn’t be mad because I wanted today to go perfectly. I would just have to explain that it was too late now. That’s what I’d told my mom, and I hoped it would work on her too.
I heard Smitty softly joke to Max, “here we go!”
She stood up, not taking her eyes off the sleeve and came close to lift it.
I consciously kind of flexed, not wanting my girl thinking I was weak.
I saw her eyes skim over it, studying it. She put a finger in the collar of my shift to pull me closer to her. That was her sign for wanting to whisper into my ear.
“That’s so hot,” she giggled into my ear. My dick perked up at her hot whisper, didn’t take much when it came to her, and my eyebrows shot up in surprise.
