The Senior (College Years 4)

“Why do you need new panties, hmm?” Hayden asks. “I’m guessing you’re not wearing any at the moment.”

“No bra either,” I confirm with a laugh. “Might’ve had an—encounter or two with Eli last night. Well, more like the middle of the night.”

And earlier this morning. Oh and right before we left the apartment.

“Are you two back together or what?” Gracie asks.

“We are.” I bite my lower lip. “I mean, it’s not official or anything. We haven’t labeled our relationship yet.”

Hayden’s brows shoot up. “I would say if you two are having sex, you’re back together.”

“Unless it’s hate sex, which can be fun,” Gracie adds.

I think of the night in the back seat of his car. That was definitely pent-up, I want you but I hate you sex.

“He told me he loved me,” I confess.

“When he was inside you?”

“Gracie!” Hayden yells.

Gracie shrugs. “Just asking. That’s when they tend to say it the most.”

“Yes,” I admit. “That’s exactly how it happened.”

“Ugh, men.” Gracie shakes her head.

“You’re not allowed to be mad at men in general. You’re the one in a solid relationship with the reformed horn dog,” Hayden tells her best friend.

“We’re not talking about Caleb and me,” Gracie says, her gaze on mine and her cheeks the faintest pink. “We’re talking about you and Eli. Just—be careful, my friend. Eli is a great guy. I adore him, but he’s also impulsive. I don’t want him to hurt you.”

“He won’t. I know what I’m doing when it comes to Eli,” I say assuredly.

Her words of warning linger in my brain as we start to get ready, though. I take a quick shower and change into all-new clothes, right down to the thong and a new bralette. I even bought shoes—a pair of new slip-on black Vans, which I’ve been wanting to replace my old ones for a while.

“You’re not wearing Bulldog gear,” Gracie chastises when she sees me in my jeans and new black sweater.

“I refuse to buy a new team T-shirt or sweatshirt when I have so many at home,” I say, as I walk up to the standing mirror sitting in the corner of Hayden’s bedroom. “I like my fit. I’ll wear this sweater on repeat all through winter.”

“It’s cute,” Hayden agrees, coming up behind me. She’s got on a white Bulldog sweatshirt and jeans, her hair pulled into a high pony. She’s grown it out over the last year and it falls past her shoulders now.

“More for Tony to grab,” she joked with us, which made me laugh.

And blush.

I think about it again. Eli has pulled my hair a few times during sex, but never hard enough to really hurt.

That sounds kind of fun.

Any type of experimental sex with Eli sounds fun. I feel much bolder with him this time around. He really enjoyed that blow job earlier this morning. Again, he’s all about the visual. I could put on a little show for him tonight, if he’s not too tired.

I could ask him to do a few things with me. To me. He might be interested.

Knowing Eli, he’ll be extremely interested.

By the time we make it over to the stadium, the first quarter of the game has already started. Considering we have seats in the reserved section for the girlfriends and wives—crazy that some of the members of the team are married, but a few of them already are—we don’t have to worry about where we sit, and we always have great seats.

We grab some snacks and something to drink, since none of us have eaten much today. Once we’re settled in our seats, I immediately find Eli on the field, and I can tell, even from the distance, that he’s not happy.