Page 57 of The Game Plan
“Haven’t seen you in awhile, girl.”
“You know how this time of year gets,” I tell him. “Midterms are hell.”
“I feel that.” He meets my fist with a bump. “We’ll have to plan something one of these days.”
I’ve been so focused on Miles, I’ve barely been spending time with my friends. I have to do better. I will do better.
“For sure.”
“Cool.”
“It’s a plan, Stan.”
One of the other brothers, listening in, raises his eyebrows. “What exactly just went down?”
“What do you mean?”
“Was this a drug deal or a secret sex plan?”
I laugh. “Not everything is about sex.”
Except when it is.
“We’re just friends,” Jake says, rolling his eyes. I know this isn’t the first time he’s had to correct his brothers on the status of our friendship. “Besides, I have a girlfriend.”
“How is Stacey? I haven’t talked to her in a while.”
He goes red and coughs. “I need a beer.”
“It’s, like, four o’clock.”
“Perfect beer drinking time,” another brother says.
“Who’s down to hit up McRory’s?” Jake asks.
“Oh. I was hoping I could talk to you for a second.”
“About?”
I glance at the accumulated brothers desperate for gossip.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll figure it out.”
“Sam—”
“Enjoy your day drinking, boys.” I force out a laugh and waggle my fingers. “See you around.”
Chapter twenty-one
Miles
Wehavearoutinenow. Nothing has changed since Sam and I got together. She still sits with the guys for breakfast and dinner. We still walk home hand in hand. I get to kiss her goodbye when I drop her off at her house. On Tuesday night, she joins us for our Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy! episodes, and then when the rest of the guys are watching a movie, we sneak up to my room and have sex again. It’s as brilliant the second go-around as the first time was.
She spends the night in my bed, and she doesn’t even complain when I have to get up at six for weights. She burrows into my covers, and I debate calling out sick and staying in bed with her. I’m not playing this week anyway. What does it matter if I miss a training session?
No. I’ve got to prove to Coach that I want this, that I deserve to stay on the team. There are a half dozen second string guys dying to take my place. I have to prove that the starting position is mine.
Sam meets us in the dining hall at eight-thirty. She’s wearing leggings and—my cock jerks—she’s wearing one of my hoodies. It’s way too big on her, falling nearly down to her knees like a tent of fabric, and she’s had to push the sleeves up over her wrists, but there’s no denying that’s my Newton Football sweatshirt with my number on the back.
