face
lights up in an entirely different way. It knocks the wind out of me, having
someone like him look at me with that much… I don’t know what. Admiration?
Interest? Good old fashioned lust? Whatever it is, I am happy to be on the
receiving end, that’s for sure.
“I’m going to go say hi to a friend,” I tell the trio I
arrivekd with, “Catch you guys later!”
“Be safe,” Blaire mutters in my ear. I glance down just in
time to see her slipping a condom into my back pocket.
“What a pal,” I laugh, shaking my head.
“Hey, a girl’s gotta protect herself,” she says, “Now go get
some of the running back D you’ve been jonesing so hard for.”
I make my way around the dorm building, watching as Dean
extricates himself from the pack of well-wishers. Turning the corner, I wait
for him in the shadows of the dorm, my breath coming hard and fast as I feel
him approach. In this dark little corner, we’ll be hidden in plain sight. Good
thing, too. Because the second Dean appears beside me, backlit and staggeringly
built, a million very private fantasies rush through my mind.
I leap into Dean’s arms, throwing my arms around his broad
shoulders. He catches me easily, laughing as he spins me around in the shadowy
space where we’ve agreed to meet. I look down into his rich brown eyes, soaking
in the closeness of him. I’ve come to truly crave his company, and damn is it
sweet to finally satisfy that craving after a long week apart. He’s been so
busy with practice that I’ve barely had the chance to see him. Guess we’ll just
have to make up for lost time tonight.
“Congratulations Crash,” I grin, running my hands down his
firm chest as he lowers me back down to my feet.
“Thanks Cahill,” he murmurs, letting his own hands travel
down my back, lingering on my hips as he pulls me closer to his body.
“How do you want to celebrate your victory?” I ask, my voice
breathy with desire. His full lips are so close to my own. I swear, I can
already taste him.
“Oh, I have a few ideas,” he says, letting his hands slide
over the rise of my ass, “But first, we need to put some more distance between
us and the masses.”
“Agreed,” I say, as Dean laces his fingers through mine.
We take off through the campus, hand-in-hand. Dodging
clusters of adoring admirers, sticking to the shadows and blindspots, pausing
here and there to steal a kiss, I feel like the ingenue in some classic love
story. Juliet stealing off from the masquerade with Romeo… though god willing
not to the same fate as those two. Dean and I may be a fairly star-crossed
pair, but I highly doubt that we’re on the road to high tragedy, here.
The sounds of the wild party going down on campus fade to a
low rumble as Dean and I make it to the furthest reach of the campus. In the
distance, I spot the auxiliary football field where the team held its
pre-season practices. I’ve missed stealing glances at Dean out of the corner of
my eye since practices moved to the actual football stadium across campus. Now
when I tend the garden with Blaire, there’s no chance of crossing paths with my
favorite running back. That’s probably a blessing in disguise, though. I’m not
sure how we’d hide our sparking chemistry in that close proximity these days.
The energy that crackles between me and Dean is so intense, it feels like a
perpetual signal flare, always threatening to give us away.
“What’re we doing here?” I ask Dean, as we stop beside the
entrance to the football field. The campus garden is just a stone’s throw away.
“Don’t you know what today is?” he asks, turning to face me
in the moonlight.
“Game day?” I ask, as he sets his hands on my waist.
“Well yeah,” he laughs, “But it’s also been exactly a month
since Bryan threw that terrible pass and sent me barreling over to meet you,
right over there.”
My mouth falls open in surprise. “Oh my god. You’re right! I
can’t believe you remembered
lights up in an entirely different way. It knocks the wind out of me, having
someone like him look at me with that much… I don’t know what. Admiration?
Interest? Good old fashioned lust? Whatever it is, I am happy to be on the
receiving end, that’s for sure.
“I’m going to go say hi to a friend,” I tell the trio I
arrivekd with, “Catch you guys later!”
“Be safe,” Blaire mutters in my ear. I glance down just in
time to see her slipping a condom into my back pocket.
“What a pal,” I laugh, shaking my head.
“Hey, a girl’s gotta protect herself,” she says, “Now go get
some of the running back D you’ve been jonesing so hard for.”
I make my way around the dorm building, watching as Dean
extricates himself from the pack of well-wishers. Turning the corner, I wait
for him in the shadows of the dorm, my breath coming hard and fast as I feel
him approach. In this dark little corner, we’ll be hidden in plain sight. Good
thing, too. Because the second Dean appears beside me, backlit and staggeringly
built, a million very private fantasies rush through my mind.
I leap into Dean’s arms, throwing my arms around his broad
shoulders. He catches me easily, laughing as he spins me around in the shadowy
space where we’ve agreed to meet. I look down into his rich brown eyes, soaking
in the closeness of him. I’ve come to truly crave his company, and damn is it
sweet to finally satisfy that craving after a long week apart. He’s been so
busy with practice that I’ve barely had the chance to see him. Guess we’ll just
have to make up for lost time tonight.
“Congratulations Crash,” I grin, running my hands down his
firm chest as he lowers me back down to my feet.
“Thanks Cahill,” he murmurs, letting his own hands travel
down my back, lingering on my hips as he pulls me closer to his body.
“How do you want to celebrate your victory?” I ask, my voice
breathy with desire. His full lips are so close to my own. I swear, I can
already taste him.
“Oh, I have a few ideas,” he says, letting his hands slide
over the rise of my ass, “But first, we need to put some more distance between
us and the masses.”
“Agreed,” I say, as Dean laces his fingers through mine.
We take off through the campus, hand-in-hand. Dodging
clusters of adoring admirers, sticking to the shadows and blindspots, pausing
here and there to steal a kiss, I feel like the ingenue in some classic love
story. Juliet stealing off from the masquerade with Romeo… though god willing
not to the same fate as those two. Dean and I may be a fairly star-crossed
pair, but I highly doubt that we’re on the road to high tragedy, here.
The sounds of the wild party going down on campus fade to a
low rumble as Dean and I make it to the furthest reach of the campus. In the
distance, I spot the auxiliary football field where the team held its
pre-season practices. I’ve missed stealing glances at Dean out of the corner of
my eye since practices moved to the actual football stadium across campus. Now
when I tend the garden with Blaire, there’s no chance of crossing paths with my
favorite running back. That’s probably a blessing in disguise, though. I’m not
sure how we’d hide our sparking chemistry in that close proximity these days.
The energy that crackles between me and Dean is so intense, it feels like a
perpetual signal flare, always threatening to give us away.
“What’re we doing here?” I ask Dean, as we stop beside the
entrance to the football field. The campus garden is just a stone’s throw away.
“Don’t you know what today is?” he asks, turning to face me
in the moonlight.
“Game day?” I ask, as he sets his hands on my waist.
“Well yeah,” he laughs, “But it’s also been exactly a month
since Bryan threw that terrible pass and sent me barreling over to meet you,
right over there.”
My mouth falls open in surprise. “Oh my god. You’re right! I
can’t believe you remembered
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