Love, Offline — The Kickoff Anxiety

of his sweatpants yeah unfairly hot satisfied impressive the next second he was sounds like my baby liked what she saw yeah you do have a great body i count more like seven no way definitely eight babe you counted that carefully i liked what i saw So what?

He went quiet for a beat. So you look at other guys like that too? Of course not. Stop getting jealous over nothing.

I meant seven when I'm relaxed. When you finally come see me and help me out, eight inches shouldn't be a problem. I was talking about your abs.

Were you? I hung up, but my heart wouldn't stop racing. That night, I had the weirdest dream. I was standing in an empty football stadium.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind. Babe, finally came to see me? I didn't turn around. That voice was enough.

Vesper, his grip tightened, lifting me onto the table like I weighed nothing. He leaned down and kissed me. I rushed into the bathroom, splashing cold water over my face. What the hell was that Way too weird. But as I looked up into the mirror, I froze. The marble wall in Vesper's

exactly the same as the one in the team house. I quickly shut that thought down. A golden boy like Adrian doing online dating? What was I thinking? That weekend, the college season 40 minutes before kickoff I stood on the sideline double-checking our game plan