The Revenge Pact (Kings of Football #1)(61)

We walked slow, dragging out the minutes, and he stared at my lips when we said goodbye. And when I got inside my building, I looked out the window, and he was still standing at the bottom of the steps.

I wasn’t kidding about that connection.

Five minutes pass, then another before a ping comes in on my phone, and I wonder if he’s checking his spelling or using speech-to-text to reply. Dyslexia might make texting difficult.

Wrote intro. Stayed up late after our session. Be amazed when I meet you tonight.

A long sigh comes from me as I tighten the sash on my robe. A smile curls my lips as I sprawl back on my bed. You wow me already, River. You’re kind in small ways I don’t think others see, and you’re intelligent, not only intellectually, but emotionally. He’s tuned in, and when he talks about his three things, it makes my heart skip. I want to reply with all of that, but, well, I shouldn’t.

I prop my pillows up against the bed and impulsively FaceTime him. He doesn’t answer.

Where are you? I send.

Home.

Then why can’t he answer his phone?

Five more minutes pass.

Are you ignoring me because you’re “getting rid of a headache”?

Crickets.

I have some questions. How do you feel about sex on the first date? You know, for my rebound. Personally, I’ve never had a one-night stand, but my life is a little wacky right now. I could be persuaded.

Since the party, my filter has gone up in smoke.

He’s skating a razor’s edge too.

Monday in the elevator with River, when the Deltas got on, he plastered himself to my side like a guard. We leaned against the back wall and he ignored the girls, even Audrey, who kept looking over her shoulder at him with her come-hither glances. When Harper flashed her tennis bracelet, he slipped his arm around my me and pressed his hand to the small of my back as if to say Steady now.

He FaceTimes me and I squeak. My hair is in a towel and I have a robe on. What was I thinking wanting to see his face? Obviously, I wasn’t.

WTF. Answer your phone, he sends when I don’t pick up.

I call him, no FaceTime, and he answers. “Anastasia, do you have a guy with you?” he snaps into the phone.

“No! I was just…”

“What?”

“Curious. About what you think, I guess, about dating…” I roll my eyes at my own lameness.

There’s a brief silence. “You want to chat about dating?” His tone is dry.

“I don’t have a lot of experience. Who have you dated? I mean, there’s Audrey, of course, but that’s not what I mean.” There’s a long silence and my fingers pluck at my comforter, feeling antsy. “I told you about Bryson. Who broke your heart, or is it made of fire and brimstone?”

He exhales and I hear rustling sounds, like fabric.

“Are you in your bed?” I ask. “It’s four in the afternoon. I can’t imagine you napping.”

“Mhmm, no. Just got out of the shower.”

“Me too,” I say.

“What are you wearing?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?” His breath catches.

“That what I said. What are you wearing?”

“Nothing.”

My voice lowers. “Nothing?”

“That’s what I said.”

Jumping up, I take my robe off, make sure the bedroom door is locked, then lie back down. Not telling tales now.

“Who was she? The girl who broke your heart?” I don’t know the whole story, but I’ve heard of an incident at the house.

“Blair. Freshman year. My pledge brother screwed her. He got kicked out of the frat.”

“You loved her,” I say with wonder in my voice.

“She made an impression.”

I imagine a brokenhearted River and anger washes over me. I picture a goddess of a girl, sorority type, a tinkling laugh, a lush body. Another Audrey, only sexier. Longer legs and giant boobs. Probably has a magical vagina.

I glance down at my boobs. They’re perky. Full. I’ve had no complaints. I blow out a breath. Blair, Blair, I rack my head for a girl to put with the name, but I don’t know enough of the popular crowd, and I imagine she doesn’t come to their parties.

“Was she beautiful?” My voice is sullen. And I can’t even stop it. Ugh.

“Yes.”

“Do you still love her?”

“Came to my senses pretty quick.”

“Like you had an epiphany. A come-to-Jesus.”

“Just woke up one day and wondered what I ever saw in her. She wasn’t who I thought. Integrity and faithfulness mean something to me.”

“What helped you realize she wasn’t the one? Was it another girl?”

“Why do you want to know?”

Because I’m figuring you out, delving into those layers, seeing the man underneath.

“Just wondering how fast I can bounce back. I guess getting my revenge will bring some satisfaction.”

“You think it’ll be worth it?”

“I think it will feel good temporarily, a new pair of hands on my body, learning my secrets. Making me come. Yes.”

There’s a ragged sound to his voice. “You went there…” He makes a muffled, groaning sound, and butterflies flutter in my stomach.