Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 130380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
I wondered who took care of it now.
“This isn’t terrible,” Giana said, startling me as she slid past me and right into the room. Her arms were full of my clothes that I was certain weighed more than she did, and she plopped them down on the bed before sitting next to them and catching her breath. She mopped her curls out of her face with one swipe of her hand and shoved her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. I marveled at how she’d shown up to help me move in a plaid skirt and thigh-high socks with whiskers at the top of them.
Riley came in after her, two boxes balanced in her arms. One of them had my textbooks and tattoo books in them, and the other was everything from my bathroom. The fact that she carried both of them like they were just a couple of pillows reminded me of all the strength packed into that tiny package.
What was it that her boyfriend called her?
Mighty Mouse.
She was in her usual athleisure, sporting NBU Football across the chest of her crop tank top. I wondered if she’d had that specifically made for her, since she was the only female on the team, and I doubted the staff had a crop top on the menu for team swag.
“I think you have more makeup than the entire Kappa Kappa Beta sorority house.” She huffed once she set the boxes in the corner of the room.
“Makeup is to me what football is to you,” I said.
“Wouldn’t that be tattooing?” Giana argued.
I shrugged. “I don’t know, they might be tied for first place in my heart.”
I met Riley and Giana through Julep last year. Riley was the North Boston University football team’s kicker and Giana worked for the team’s Public Relations department. They were both dating football players, and I half-blamed them for not helping me talk sense into Julep when she was falling for Holden.
Then again, Julep was engaged now, so I guess it was me who was in the wrong.
I couldn’t help it, projecting my own feelings toward football players onto my roommate when I saw so clearly that she was falling for the guy. Football players had ruined my life in high school, and as far as I was concerned, they were all assholes.
No matter how my three friends tried to prove that theory wrong.
I laughed internally, not missing the joke of me now living with three football players.
“I’m glad you took Leo up on his offer,” Giana said after a moment. “I would have forced you to sleep on mine and Clay’s couch otherwise.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Yeah, no, thanks. I don’t want to know the smutty book scenes that couch has been used to reenact.”
Clay was the safety on the team, and he and Giana had been dating two seasons now. Of course, that first season, they were technically only pretending to date, but it still counted.
“You think the couches here are any better?” Riley popped a brow.
I buried my face in my hands. “I’m already regretting this.”
“Regretting what?” a deep voice called behind me, and then Kyle Robbins was sliding into the room. He flopped onto the bed next to Giana, making her bounce into the air like she weighed nothing. “This is going to be the best time of your life.”
“Ew, Kyle, you’re sweaty! Get off,” Giana said, pushing him away.
Kyle Robbins was the definition of a douchebag — at least, in my experience with him. He made the most of the Name, Image, and Likeness opportunities he had as a college athlete, signing every deal offered to him no matter what the brand was. I had to unfollow him on social media because I swore if I saw one more sponsored post that he tried and failed to make seem natural, I was going to roll my eyes so hard they fell out of my head.
Sometimes I wondered how he was even on the team after all these years and all the shit he’d pulled — including ostracizing Riley her first year and nearly fighting Holden over Julep last season.
But when he got on the field, it was easy to see why he never had to worry about losing his position on the team. He was a beast — tall, strong, and freakishly fast with hands that never missed a ball thrown within ten feet of him.
“Oh shit, is that… a PlayStation?” Kyle asked, his gaze on my console before he arched a brow at me. “You game?”
“Hell yeah, she does,” Giana answered for me. I smirked a little at how proudly she said it, her chest puffed and chin high. “And she’s a bad ass, too. I’ve watched her play.”
“Huh,” Kyle mused. “We need to get you on Xbox, then we can really see how good you are.”