Long: A Secret Baby Sports Romance(28)

I could tell he was enjoying this. He liked being studied by me, liked that I was touching him. He wasn’t hiding it at all.

“That’s it,” I said when I was done.

“Really? I was hoping for something a little more intense.”

“I’m trying to keep this simple.”

“I’d rather we went in-depth. Maybe something a little more physical.”

I was suddenly very aware of sitting so close to him on the couch. I put my stuff back into my bag and stood.

“Look, that was it. I’ll let you get going.”

He stood up and put his shirt back on. I wished he’d take it back off, but I didn’t say that out loud.

“How about you walk me to class?” he said. “Since you’re going that way anyway.”

“Sure,” I said, eager to get out of his apartment.

He walked back into his bedroom and grabbed his bag. “All right, lead the way.”

I left his place and went down the steps. He followed and we walked side by side toward campus.

It was a beautiful, crisp morning as we followed the path toward the stadium.

“What class do you have?” I asked.

“English lit,” he said. “You?”

“I have bio in an hour. I’m probably just going to hang out in the library.”

“Sounds good. You’re a big bio nerd, aren’t you?”

“I guess,” I said. “Are you an English lit nerd?”

“Maybe.” He shrugged. “I don’t have much time to read.”

“Why is a finance major taking English lit anyway?”

“It’s my art requirement,” he answered, “but I actually like it a lot.”

“Oh yeah? I thought you didn’t have much time to read.”

“I don’t, but I make time for class. We’re reading a book by Virginia Woolf. Do you know her?”

I nodded. “I’ve heard of her, sure.”

“It’s really weird, like, hard to read, but it also makes a lot of sense. I don’t know. Hard to explain.”

I nodded. “Yeah. I get that.”

As we walked, I couldn’t believe I was talking to Gibson Evans about Virginia Woolf. He didn’t seem like a stupid jock, but it was hard not to have that sort of stereotype about football players.

“What made you want to go into bio?” he asked me.

“I don’t know. I’ve always been into science, and I guess I feel like we don’t know as much about the human body as we should.”

“What don’t we know?”

“We don’t know what a healthy diet actually is. There’s all this disagreement about it.”

“Huh. Interesting.”

“Yeah, I mean, and a bunch of other stuff. I don’t want to bore you.”

“You don’t bore me.” He grinned. “I could teach you a few things about the human body.”

“I bet you could.”

We moved down the path and reached the stadium. Across a small grass field with walking paths along either side was a reflecting pool and the library.

“I’m this way,” he said, nodding to the left and away from the library.

“Okay. I’ll see you later?”

He nodded. “Yeah, you will.”

I watched as he turned and left. I wanted to say something else, but I couldn’t think of exactly what it was. I stood there for a second, thinking about the way his skin felt, the way he looked at me.

A thrill ran through my body. It was a dangerous feeling, the sort of feeling that could make me do something stupid.

He made me feel that way when he looked at me with those intense eyes. He made me feel like stupid things were possible.

I shook my head and went off to the library. Maybe I could distract myself with work, but I doubted it. I was going to have to do this twice a day for the rest of the semester.

Gibson and his body were going to become a serious part of my semester, if not my life.





13





Gibson





I kept thinking about the way Avery’s hands felt on my skin. I wanted to grab her hair and pull her against me, take that little pussy the way I wanted it. But I knew she was tentative, worried about complicating our already complicated relationship.

I wasn’t fucking worried about it. All I knew was that I had to take care of her and that I wanted her. I wasn’t worried about anything else.

The day flew by. Class was always a drag, but it was even worse because all I could think about was Avery. All I wanted to do was get out of the classroom and let Avery take every single measurement she could imagine.

But eventually class was over. I had a short break before practice, just enough time to hustle back to the apartment, grab something to eat, and then run over to the practice fields.