Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Instead, he was leaning against one wall with his arms crossed, pinning me with his gaze, ready to fight. He was wearing a black hoodie that he started zipping down now, shrugging off the sweatshirt to reveal the tight baby-blue T-shirt he was wearing underneath.
“Think you’re capable of love now?” I asked, reaching down to grip my bulge in my shorts, nodding down at it.
He grinned. “You think it was that dick that made me love you?”
“I know it was.”
He leaned in and pressed a bunch of kisses all over the side of my face. “You’re incredible. My pro football player.”
Excitement still sparkled through me, even two weeks after it had happened.
I’d been invited to the draft soon before it actually started, but an invite didn’t necessarily mean I would be drafted.
But two weeks ago, it had happened.
In the second round, I’d been drafted to Dallas, in a moment that felt like it should have been utterly life-changing.
It was life-changing, of course.
But here I was, the same person I’d always been. I still wanted to finish off my final year of college strong, even though I probably didn’t need to.
And I was still nervous about something else.
I looked at Gray right now, that smile that I’d never been able to resist.
Meeting him had been just as life-changing as being drafted.
And now?
I had a nervous flutter in my chest when I thought about next year, wondering if he’d be able to go to law school in Texas. I couldn’t imagine being without him.
“Still cocky, all the time,” he murmured at me.
“Always will be,” I said. “And I’ll always love you, too. It wasn’t just my cock, it was also the way I batted my long eyelashes at you, wasn't it?”
“Oh, you want to go there?” Gray asked.
“God, I fucking love you in light blue shirts,” I said, gazing down and then back up at his eyes.
“Trying to distract me, aren’t you?” he murmured. “Honestly, the first thing I loved about you was your ego. But the second thing was how you somehow manage to be the nicest guy I’ve ever met, even with that ego.”
“Call me a maverick,” I said, shrugging. “I can do both, baby.”
“I fucking love you.”
“I love you more.”
He laughed, running his hands through his hair. “Come on. Are we going to study, or not?”
“I’ve been studying your biceps coming out of that shirt,” I said.
We both sat down in front of my desk, and I managed to only kiss him incessantly for about five minutes before finally trying to focus on my homework.
But my leg kept bouncing.
My mind kept wandering.
Truthfully, I’d been doing massively better with my ADHD since I started seeing a school counselor for it. I’d started developing methods for organization, tools to help me plan out my days better, and I had access to medication if I ever felt that I needed it.
But this week was different than that. This week, I was distracted for an extremely legitimate reason.
Gray was supposed to start hearing back from law schools soon.
And if he didn’t get into one in Texas, it was going to break my heart.
I could barely think about anything else.
“You’re thinking about it again,” Gray said, glancing over at me.
“Guilty.”
“It’s okay. Makes sense. I want it all to work out next year, too.”
I sighed, leaning back in the chair and looking up at the ceiling for a minute. “You want to know something? I know it’s already out of my hands. I know all of my anxiety about it isn’t going to change anything. But I want to have it all, you know?”
He rubbed the top of my back. “No matter what happens, it’ll be okay. Even if I end up going to law school in freakin’ Timbuktu, we’ll fly to see each other as much as possible.”
“I need you every day, though. I’m addicted.”
“God, I know you are.”
His eyes glimmered. “Well, for now, we’re still in the same city. In the same room, even. Let’s make the most of it.”
On Saturday, I was certain that nothing was going to happen.
Gray had heard nothing so far throughout the week, and when he drove up outside the frat house to pick me up, I walked out into the rain, coming to terms with the fact that I had no control of the situation.
“Hey,” I said, dipping into the passenger seat of his car.
He leaned over and kissed me.
“I love you. And also… I heard back,” he said.
My eyes went wide. “Law schools? Why didn’t you tell me? Where’d you get in?”
“I received results from three of them within the last hour.”
My heart dropped like I’d just leaped off a cliff.
Gray had applied to about fifty thousand law schools, or at least that’s how it had seemed to me.
“And?”
“I got in. To all three so far.”
“Fuck yes, Gray Gilman,” I said, squeezing his hand and smiling wide. “Holy shit. Which ones?”