Page 78 of Scoring the Player
“Thanks, man,” I tell him.
Dahlia and I get in my car to head back to campus. She looks over from the passenger seat and smiles at me. I move one hand to rest on her thigh. The more we hang out, the less fake it all feels, but I’m not about to add that to the list of things to dissect right now.
I park in the lot behind Freddy dorm. I could call the guys and check in instead of stopping by, but I really don’t mind. It gives me something to focus on. Sitting idly and waiting for the time to finally get on the bus is torture.
“Oh, wow. I should have brought a jacket.” She huddles into herself as she steps out of the car.
Chuckling, I reach in and grab my sweatshirt, then toss it to her.
“It’ll be dirty for tomorrow.”
“Oh, I hope so.” I wink and a pretty blush paints her cheekbones.
As we walk, I take her hand and lace our fingers together. When we get to the front entrance of the dorm, I pull her off to the side and back her against the building. She giggles in surprise, seconds before my mouth descends and captures hers.
I don’t know what this girl’s done to me. It’s only been a few days since I’ve kissed her, but it feels like an eternity.
I use the strings of my hoodie to pull her even closer. I’m reconsidering my evening plans. Kissing her until I pass out might be the way to go.
We pull apart when a group of loud guys walks out of the dorm. They give us, or rather her, a long look, taking in her wet, puffy lips and bare legs. I clear my throat and send them a death glare.
They scurry along and I glance back at Dahlia. “Ready?”
She’s smiling, a knowing glint in her eyes. “Did you just pee on me?”
I bark a laugh into the dark night. “Pee on you? Is that a kink of yours? Because it’s not something I’m into myself, but I might be willing to try it once.”
She punches my arm. “You know what I mean. Those guys barely looked at me and you glared at them and stepped in front of me like you were marking your territory.”
“Oh, that’s what you meant. Then, yeah, I was absolutely peeing on you.”
Still laughing, I take her hand and we walk into the dorm. A lot of the guys live in Freddy since the entire dorm is student athlete housing.
“Did you live in Freddy your freshman year?” Dahlia asks.
“Yeah. You?”
“Yep. Room 107.”
“Really? I was 123. Damn, I knew I should have stayed in the dorms another year. We would have been neighbors. I could have borrowed a cup of sugar or something.”
She laughs. “When have you ever borrowed a cup of sugar?”
“Well, never, but I might have tried a line like that to talk to you.”
The shake of her head is disbelieving. “I would have probably gone out and bought sugar just in case you asked. And then froze if you actually came to my door.”
“You don’t freeze around me anymore.” I lift our joined hands and kiss the top of her knuckles.
She watches my mouth brush against her skin. “Trust me, internally, I’m still freaking out.”
We stop by all the first-floor rooms. The guys are in, chilling, ready for tomorrow. Then Dahlia and I head up to the second, and so on. Only one guy is missing, and his roommates vouch for him that he’s at the library finishing an assignment he needs to turn in before we leave.
It’s all gone so easy and fast. Kissing Dahlia between rooms, checking on my guys, kissing her some more. Pretty perfect way to spend a night.
“Is that it?” she asks as we push out of the front doors of Freddy. She almost sounds as disappointed as I feel.
“Yeah. I text the guys off-campus. It’s really the young guys I worry about.”
