Page 19 of Personal Foul
I can hear Easton trailing behind me, and I feel like it’s going to be a matter of seconds before he gloats about how ridiculous I am.
“So when do you want to meet up to go over the requirements? I figure the sooner we can pick a project and nail down the details, the better.”
“Why are you even in this class?” I huff.
“Because I need it to graduate.”
“Which matters so much when you’re just going to go straight to the NFL.”
“There’s no guarantee of that. Especially not after the way things ended.”
“Right, and you definitely need the money. Not like you own a car that would be a normal family’s take-home salary for three years.” I turn and glare at him.
His reaction is unreadable. His face an emotionless mask. I imagine he thinks I’m another hysterical female angry that he didn’t text after we slept together. He probably has lots of practice with this scenario.
“Do you want me to come to your place tonight?”
“No. I work.”
“What about movie night?”
“It’s movie night, and it’s one I want to see.”
“We can meet before.”
“I have a bunch of errands to run when I’m off my shift that day.”
“After the movie.”
“It’ll be late.”
“It won’t take long to discuss the basics.” There’s an insistent tone to his voice. Maybe he does care about this project.
“Then text me, and we’ll discuss it there.” I shrug and start to walk off. Whatever gets me out of this conversation right now. Away from him. That’s what I need.
He doesn’t call after me or follow, so I take a breath and decide to be thankful for small mercies.
NINE
Easton
“Haveyou ever had a hookup that haunted you?” I ask as I sit down on the couch next to Waylon and grab a slice of pizza from the box.
Before Mac, Waylon used to fuck around almost as much as I do, so I’m hoping he can give me some perspective on my Wren situation. Because fuck if I can stop thinking about her.
It’s never been an issue for me before. If I liked someone well enough, if the sex was good, I might hookup with them another time or two, but I have definitely never spent my waking hours fantasizing about them the way I did with her. I thought that maybe it’d just been because I couldn’t have her, but now I have, and I just want more. And she wants… nothing to do with me. Which is only compounding my problem.
“Besides Mac, you mean?” He raises a brow in question.
“Yeah.”
“No.”
“But she did?”
“Fuck yeah. She was all I could think about. I mean I wanted her before, but after… Fuck. That’s how I knew for sure I was gone on her. Why?”
Well,fuck. That sounded familiar.
