Page 52 of Rookie Moves

COLBY

The second my professor dismisses the class, I shove my laptop into my backpack and head outside, eager to find out what Tyler meant by his ambiguous text.

Tyler

You free today? I have an idea

My heart skips at the possibilities.

Our schedules have gone crazy over the last two weeks between practice and training for the Frozen Four to Tyler studying for his finals, but we’ve still found time to see each other almost every day. Nine times out of ten, it ends up with me sucking his dick or exchanging hand jobs, and we always make out until our lungs are working overtime to catch our breaths.

I haven’t let him get his mouth on my cock yet, but that’s more because I’m scared shitless that I’ll come the second his lips touch me, but I think it’s safe to say I’m quickly becoming addicted to Tyler Beckmann, and it’s a problem.

It’s gotten to the point where Stassie aired her concerns the other day, worried that my crush is getting too big for me to handle when this is over.

I’m choosing to ignore it because being in denial is safer than accepting that she’s right.

Weaving through people in the hall, I push through the doors and pause at the top of the steps outside. I raise my hand, shielding my eyes from the bright morning sun, and spot Tyler, leaning against his parked car. His hands are stuffed into the pockets of his jacket, and he’s watching me with an easygoing smile on his face.

I’m unable to stop the grin from taking over mine.

Shifting my bag further up my shoulder, I head down the steps, joining him curbside.

“What are you doing here?” I ask curiously.

“Waiting for you.”

My head tilts slightly. “Why? I thought Coach gave us the day off?”

“He did.” He steps in closer and lowers his voice with a filthy smirk. “I’m kidnapping you.”

I tip my head back and laugh. “You’re what?”

“You heard me. Didn’t you get my text?”

“Yeah, but I—” I shake my head, choked laughter getting caught in my throat. “I didn’t know what you meant.”

“I need you to go and pack an overnight bag because we’re heading into Boston for the night.”

“What about⁠—”

Tyler raises his hand and presses his finger to my lips, halting my protest.

“I want to get away from campus for a bit before we leave tomorrow. We’ll be back before lunch, so you don’t need to worry about Coach finding out.”

I swallow thickly. We’re heading to Tampa tomorrow for the Frozen Four, and I haven’t even packed my bag yet. My brain has been a scrambled mess from practice, classwork, and getting high on Tyler.

I’ve never done something like this before. Is it reckless? Going into the city the night before leaving for the biggest tournament of my life so far?

My mom would have my head if she knew I was going to spend the night away and I haven’t so much as packed my underwear for the week.

“Do you trust me?” Tyler asks, interrupting the endless chain of worry in my brain.

“Yes,” I say without hesitation, then shrug my backpack further onto my shoulder. “Okay, but you need to give me, like, thirty minutes. I need to at least put some clothes in my case so I’m not rushing tomorrow.”

Grinning, he walks back toward his car. “I’ll drive you and wait in the car.”

Tyler drops me off outside my building, and I rush inside, taking the stairs two at a time. I all but run into my room, dumping the contents of my backpack on my bed. I grab a clean T-shirt and underwear, shoving them into my bag, then put all of my toiletries into my wash bag before stuffing that inside.