Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
“Until tonight.”
“Until tonight,” I parrot with a sigh, feeling dumb for being all torn up about this. “This is what I wanted, but I guess I didn’t anticipate the feelings that would come with it all, you know?”
“Yeah,” Brady whispers. “I know.”
When I look over at him, I find he’s staring at his lap. After a moment, he looks up, a ghost of a smile on his lips.
“So we’re still doing this or…” He trails off.
I take his hand once more, entwining our fingers. “I’m all yours.”
He scoffs lightly, nodding his head. “From now on, I’ll let you lead this whole relationship thing.”
“Nah.”
“No?” He raises a brow, pinning me with a skeptical expression.
“I mean”—I shrug a shoulder, a true grin beginning to form—“where’s the fun in that?”
Brady chuckles, bumping his shoulder into mine. “Where indeed?”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Cameron
The week flies by in a wave of uneventful boringness. Since Mason is on lockdown to prepare for midterms, Payton used her days off and left for the beach house with the baby to visit her brother and the others. Paige had an emergency at her dance studio back in Oceanside, so she ended up heading that way, too. Ari has been hit and miss with her own classes, so we mostly hang out at night before bed. And while Chase is in the same boat as Mason, Brady has gone full force into training.
I guess the team we’re playing this weekend has one of the strongest lines, and he’s determined to break his way through it to keep himself neck and neck with that guy from Brighton. The two have been trading each other for first each week in stats, but only one can take the record for the most sacks at the end of the season.
So yeah, my entire crew is busy, and basically, I need more friends.
I didn’t even see Alister in class today. At first, I thought maybe he didn’t show because of the whole me and Brady kissing on the field thing, but then I remembered the boys have an early away game on Saturday, so they’ll be traveling tomorrow. Because of that, they get to take some midterms early. There were several players I know who were not in the classes I have with them all week.
I smile at the little figure in my palm as I make my way to the weight room. My professor let me stay a little later in art yesterday to finish my second clay project, since I didn’t need my station to put the final details on it. So I missed my usual study session on the bleachers yesterday afternoon. In all fairness, I might not have gone anyway, since Ari was busy, but it’s whatever. If I hurry, I can catch Brady just as he finishes up.
With a little more power behind my steps, I get there in no time, and as the gym comes into view, I slow my pace.
Brady is already outside, shirtless and sweaty, with a towel wrapped around his neck, hanging over his pecs—and hanging all over his arms are two volleyball players, if the kneepads they’re wearing are anything to go by.
I mean, those pads could be pretty useful for extracurricular activities too…
When Brady laughs, I decide one of them told him exactly that, even if I have no idea what was actually said, because I seem to have stopped walking altogether, instead watching the three of them like a creeper from a distance.
Brady grins down at the blond one, so tiny her head hardly reaches his shoulder. If he tucked his arm around her, she’d fit under it like the perfect little puzzle piece: Goldilocks and the big, badass bear.
Man, I must seem like an ogre compared to her. Pretty sure my chin can rest on his collarbone. I bet she’s so small, she couldn’t even manage a proper sixty-nine position. I mean unless his dick is massive.
My eyes fall to his gym shorts, and I tip my head in thought.
They are pretty long, and now that I think about it, I’ve never seen him wear those short shorts some of the guys like to run or workout in. So yeah, there’s really no telling what could be hiding under there.
Not that I’m wondering.
Okay, yeah, time to walk away, Cameron. What the hell?
I spin, yelping when I’m met with a hard chest.
Soft hands wrap around my biceps to steady me, and I meet Alister’s gaze.
“Hi.” He smiles.
I guess I didn’t know I needed him to smile at me again, as the moment he does, my muscles ease.
I smile back. “Hey. Missed you in class.”
His brows jump and I tense all over again.
“I mean,” I rush out, “I didn’t miss you. I just meant it—”
“It’s all good.” His expression is gentle. “I know what you meant, but I will admit that I wouldn’t mind hearing you missed me if it were true.”