“You’re both on extra training,” Coach Sutherland growled. “On the field, both of you. Now.”
We walked to the locker room quickly, and Noah let out a sigh. “I think you just saved my ass.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” I warned him darkly.
When we got to the training field, the coaches were all waiting for us.
“Suicides,” Sutherland barked. “To the forty-yard mark, twenty times.”
Noah looked over at me, and I gave him a look that said,I told you.
They didn’t usually make the QBs run suicides, and it showed this morning. Between my aching body and my lack of sleep, I was ready to pass out by the end.
By the time we were dismissed to the showers, neither of us spoke, but both of us had basically held each other up on the way back to the dorm.
“You both look like shit.” Dustin was waiting for us outside the athletic building. “You’re both idiots,” he grumbled, getting in between us. “Lean on me, assholes, I’ll get you home.”
Neither of us had the strength to argue, but we both gratefully took his support.
In the dorm room, Noah mumbled, “Bed,” and disappeared.
Dustin looked at me, waiting to be told why I’d lost my cool, but I muttered the same excuse as Noah, and he didn’t push it because I really needed to lie down.
Not long after I got into bed, I heard the door close and knew Dustin had left.
I should sleep.
When Savannah’s text came through, I sat up in bed to text her. Her last message was echoing in my head.
Savage: Don’t worry?! Too late.
I told myself not to overthink it, but I had already been putting my shoes on.
The door clicked open, and she came back into the bedroom. Her blonde hair was tied back again, and she was in yet another dress that was so not her. She looked like she hadn't stopped moving since the brunch.
“My roommate,” she explained unnecessarily. “She... um, she doesn’t know you’re here.”
I nodded. “Who does she think you have sequestered in here?”
Sav blinked in surprise, and I wasn’t sure if it was the question she hadn’t thought of or the fact that I had used the wordsequesteredin a sentence.
“I didn’t ask,” she murmured, leaning against her desk.
“Won’t she wonder who you’re talking to?”
“The bedrooms are soundproofed,” she said, avoiding my eyes. “Bev’s a music major — cello. Thankfully, I don’t need to hear it.”
“Nice.”Handy.I shoved the inappropriate thought about whatBevwouldn’t have to hear away.
We stared at each other in silence, her gaze roaming over my face, cataloging every cut and bruise.
Savannah hovered like she was debating whether to throw me out or shove another ice pack at my face. I moved farther onto her bed, so that I could lean back against the wall, keeping my expression lazy, casual.
“Want to tell me what happened?” she asked finally.
“Nope.” I shifted the ice pack to my jaw, winced, then pretended I hadn’t. “You got any snacks in here?”
Her glare could’ve cut glass. “Dante.”
