Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Theo: Why do you call me Bear?
I hit send on the text and climb into my car. I drive the short distance to the university, park my car and head inside to get ready for the game tonight.
Willow: Theodore = Teddy, but I think you’re more of a bear. You growl a lot. Do you cuddle?
Her response has my lips twitching. No one calls me Teddy. I know it’s common for people with the name Theodore, but she went and took it even further. It’s not surprising after watching way more of her social media than I should have.
Theo: You going to the game tonight?
Willow: Maybe
I grit my teeth and toss my phone onto my desk so I don’t demand that she be there. It’s better if she’s not. I need to concentrate. I need to get my head in the game; that’s where it should be. I have a responsibility to my team. I also know that everyone is watching me to see how I perform. Some said I was in over my head when I took the coaching job, and others always thought it was a move I’d make.
The day is both long and fast. My eyes keep scanning the stands behind me, but there’s no sight of Willow and Zoey anywhere. I grab Reid and pull him over to the side. I'm sure he knows where they are. He always knows where Zoey is, and wherever she is, Willow will be too.
“Where are the girls?” I nod to the two empty seats.
“You want to do this now?” I know Reid has some idea about what is going on between Willow and me at this point. I mean, Zoey had busted us in the elevator. The three of them pretty much live together. “I told Willow I’d stay out of it.” He gives me a hard look. We are almost the same height. He has an inch on me, but where he’s lean so he can move fast, I'm wide and built like a tank. “For now,” he adds. I release him, not wanting to drag him into whatever the fuck this is.
I pull out my phone to text her but notice I have a text from my mom saying she and Dad will be at the game too.
Bear: Get here.
I send the text to Willow before I can stop myself. Again, ordering her ass around. Why the hell do I do that? I’m such a dick, but for some reason I can’t stop myself from telling her to do shit. Then when she does it, I get so fucking hard my balls ache.
My eyes go back to the stands, and I see my parents have already arrived. They wave at me, and my mom mouths an I’m sorry. When Tiffany leans over in front of her, waving at me, I inwardly groan. I nod my chin, once again trying not to be rude, but that girl is pushing it.
Fucking hell. Their seats are right behind Zoey and Willow. My phone goes off, and I check it again.
Willow: Stop growling. I’m getting snacks.
Willow: You wearing those slacks again? They make your ass look good.
“It’s true. The girls talk about it around campus.”
“Knight. Mind your damn business.” I growl at Reid, making him laugh.
“You made it my business when you pulled me aside earlier. You do sound like a bear.” He keeps on poking. “Remember you can’t hit me. I’m the star.”
“You’re an asshole is what you are.”
“She’s got you all twisted up.” He smirks before heading off to talk to Evan, our star receiver. I try and get my head back in game mode. It’s not until I see Willow sit her ass in the stands behind me that I find myself relaxing. But it does nothing for the growing obsession I have for her.
9
Willow
Unlike the last time I was here, I actually catch Bear sneaking glances my way. “I think he keeps looking at you,” Zoey says, noticing too. This game would be near damn perfect if it wasn't for Tiffany. I’m a tad shocked she’s at a football game. I suppose I wouldn’t come to them either if it wasn't for Reid. Though they really are starting to grow on me.
I jump to my feet with Zoey as Reid lobs a ball down the field straight into Evan’s hands. We scream as he flies down the field, missing a few hits before scoring. Zoey and I jump up and down, screaming. This game is starting off fast.
The older couple behind us gives us high fives. All the while Tiffany stands there covering her ears. The cheering dies down, and we all take our seats. The game goes pretty much the same way the entire time. Reid continues to drive down the field easily over and over again. College football is looking as easy as high school was for Reid.