Coach nods slowly. “Good. Those two know what they’re talking about.” His expression shifts slightly, his jaw tightening just a fraction. “McCallister say anything about… anything else?”
Well, shit. How the hell am I supposed to answer that? Drew and Coach clearly have a difficult relationship because of his daughter, and I don’t want to put my foot in it.
“Just football stuff, sir. Draft prep, mostly.” I pause, debating whether to poke the bear, then decide against it. No point bringing up London when Coach already looks like he wants to put Drew through a wall.
“Good,” Coach says curtly. “Now get out there and show them why you deserved their praise.”
I'm halfway back to the team when Sebi intercepts me, practically vibrating with curiosity.
“Dude, what was that about? You look like Coach just offered to adopt you.”
“Jacob Miller called him,” I say, unable to keep the grin off my face. “Said good things about our dinner.”
“No shit?” Dax jogs over, sweat already beading on his forehead despite us barely starting. “Like what kind of good things?”
“The kind that get scouts making phone calls,” I reply, still processing it myself.
“Holy fuck,” Sebi breathes. “Evans is gonna be famous.”
“More famous,” Reese corrects, joining our impromptu huddle. “Congrats, man. That's huge.”
Mason appears beside us, because apparently we're having a team meeting in the middle of warmups. “What's huge?”
Sebi turns to Mason with a grin. “Well, based on what we heard from your room last night, I’d say your dick, apparently.”
Silence.
Mason’s face turns approximately seventeen shades of red, only serving to make Sebi’s grin wider.
“I wasn’t—that wasn’t—” Mason stammers.
“Dude,” Dax says, eyes wide. “You were loud. Like, unnaturally loud. At one point I thought someone was being murdered in the football dorm.”
“It was enthusiastic,” Sebi adds helpfully. “Very… vocal. Lots of 'Oh God, yes' and 'Right there, Mason.'“
“Jesus Christ,” Mason mutters, looking like he wants the turf to swallow him whole.
“Who was she?” Reese asks, because he's incapable of letting anything go.
“Nobody,” Mason says quickly. “It was nobody.”
“Nobody doesn't scream your name for forty-five minutes straight,” Sebi counters. “Trust me, I've tried with nobody. She's very unresponsive.”
I can't help but laugh. “Forty-five minutes? Mason, you dog.”
“Can we please talk about literally anything else?” Mason pleads.
“Like how Evans is about to be NFL royalty?” Dax suggests.
“Or how Mason discovered his dick actually works?” Sebi adds.
“I vote for the NFL thing,” Mason says desperately.
“I vote for hearing more about Mason's mystery woman,” Sebi counters. “Because whoever she is, she clearly knows what she's doing. Man went from monk to porn star in one night.”
“Sebi,” I warn, but I'm still grinning.
“What? I'm just saying, good for him. We all thought Mason was celibate by choice. Turns out he was just saving it all up.” Sebi gestures wildly. “I mean, the man sleeps with his playbook under his pillow and has never looked at a girl twice. Now suddenly he's going at it like he's training for the sexual Olympics?”