Page 203 of Even Exchange

I snap a few photos, picking the best one out of urgency and hit send.

Noah

Soffione mio, my god, what are you trying to do to me?

Me

That bad?

Noah

You look downright fuckable.

Now all I’ll think of when I see you at the game is what you’re wearing under my jersey

Me

I won’t be wearing your jersey.

Noah

Why the hell not?

Me

See you soon

Noah

You’re going to be in trouble later.

Me

Too bad we left the ropes back home. Love you honey xox

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“I think these are our seats?” I say as our rowdy group makes it to the front row. We met the boys—Theo, Elijah, and Julian—at the hotel and got delivered to the game on a party bus.Noah really went all out, and he’s not even able to enjoy it.

The row is empty except for one seat, and the man stands up and turns, unsurprised to see us. My face must show the opposite because he laughs.

“I’m not here as CBU staff,” Coach Porter says, hands up, addressing his football players more than me.

“Then why are you here?” Andi asks, tone sharp.

“It’s fine,” I whisper at her. “The more the merrier.”

“I always come to Knox’s away games when I can swing it,” he says, addressing Andi.

“Of course you do,” she says, with a tight smile.

My eyes bounce between them, and I lean over, whispering in her ear, “Looks like Coach Buzzkill might ruin those Knox shenanigans for you.”

“Hmph,” she huffs. “We’ll see about that.”

We all settle in our seats, Sophia on one side and Stella on the other. Somehow Andi ends up stuck next to Coach Buzzkill and I shoot her an apologetic look, which she doesn’t even register because they’re already in some heated debate.

Poor girl.

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