“The girl who just left our house,” Fletcher replies.
She just left? Maybe I could still catch her and drive her home.
“Oh shit, she left already?” I cough, looking toward the door, debating if the guys will question me running after her to give her a lift.
“She did. She didn’t even stop to grab some food,” Brooks adds.
“Guess you’re not as good in the sack as you think,” Jeremy teases.
I lift an eyebrow, “Pretty sure the sounds she made last night would say otherwise. I was hoping she’d want to get in another round.”
Which isn’t a lie. Usually, the second girls leave our house, they’re out of my head. However, they don’t usually leave until we get in another round, and they’ve made it very known to everyone we slept together.
The fact that Avalon isn’t like that is intriguing. But I also think I can’t get her off my mind because I thought we’d get to fuck one last time before going our separate ways. Now I’m left to wonder what the sex would be like now that our bodies are acquainted. Since my body knows exactly how to get a response from hers.
“I never thought I’d see the day that Zeke Harris would go after a freshman,” Jaxon says, causing the guys to turn to him. “What, did you run out of juniors and seniors?”
“She’s not a freshman.” I don’t know who the statement is for, me or Jaxon, but it lingers in the air.
Most parties are just upperclassmen unless they know the youngins on any of the sports teams at Rockford University. I think we scare the lower classmen otherwise.
“Yeah, she is.” Jaxon laughs. “Smart as hell, though.” Why does Jaxon know she’s smart? “She’s in my organic chemistry class, the only freshman, and the only one acing it.”
“How do you know she’s a freshman?”
“Our professor made us all introduce ourselves on the first day of class and share a fun fact. She’s a freshman and getting a dual degree, and I think she graduates next year.”
“She’s a freshman,” Declan says. I can’t tell if he’s trying to tell me, like he somehow knew this information as well, or if he doesn’t understand how she can be getting a dual degree in two years.
Because I sure as hell don’t understand it.
“I know, dude; I told you, she’s smart as hell.” Jaxon smirks, clapping his hands together. “Hate to break it to you, Zeke; you slept with a freshman.”
“Sure didn’t act like one.” I shrug, push off the fridge, and brush past the guys. Hopefully, they don’t take that the wrong way. I mean, was she fucking incredible in bed? Obviously. But I’ve slept with girls older than me who still think it’s important to kiss and tell. As a freshman, she didn’t care to gloat. She didn’t care that she not only slept with a hockey player but anolderhockey player.
That says a lot.
“Hey, baby Sanderson.” I grin at Brinley as she walks out of Declan’s room.
“Morning, Zeke.” She tries to smile back at me, but it doesn’t fully reach her eyes.
“You okay?” I place a hand on her shoulder. “Do I have to kick someone’s ass?”
A quiet laugh escapes her lips. “No ass kicking. Just tired.”
“Alright.” I don’t push, but I know something’s up. “Well, the offer stands. Even if it’s ten years from now, just let me know, and I’ll come kick some ass.”
“Thanks, Zeke.” She gently squeezes my forearm before sneaking past me to go downstairs.
I head back into my room, and the second my stomach growls, I realize I didn’t grab something to eat. If Avalon and I hadn’t eatenthat whole pizza last night, I’d be digging in that box for whatever was left. Who cares if it sat out all night?
Fuck… I need to sleep with someone else. That’s gotta be the only thing that’ll get Avalon out of my system.
We were clear last night that we’d never see each other again. And I don’t even know if I want to see her again… or just want to sleep with her again. I guess I’d have to see her to do that. But that’ll never happen. I don’t have an excuse to see her again, and part of me thinks she'd run the other way if she saw me walking toward her.
I roll over, grabbing my phone off the nightstand, and that’s when I see it. The corner barely peeking out from under the nightstand—
Her phone.