Second Chance: A Military Football Romance

"I'll be quick," I said, disappearing under the covers. She laughed, pressing her thighs together so I couldn't get to her. I kissed the back of her thigh, nipping lightly with my teeth. She squealed.

"Roman," she whined. I laughed, doing it again. She scooted away from me, pushing herself up so she was sitting with her legs hanging off the bed.

"If we do this, I'm gonna end up falling asleep again," she complained.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," I said, coming up behind her. I kissed her neck wrapping my hands around her waist.

"I can't skip class for you," she whispered. I tried to cop a feel, but she moved my hand. "I'll be back in a little while."

"What am I supposed to do till then?" I asked, kissing her neck again.

"Wait for me," she said, turning and kissing me on the lips. I let my hands drop as she stood. I knew she wouldn’t let me convince her to stay, but it had been worth a shot. Maybe one day it would work, and I was going to make sure that when that day came, it was the one when I asked her.

I checked her out as she walked away into the bathroom. She never really got a lot of color, but her pale skin was soft and creamy. Her body was tight and toned. I didn’t really get those exercise videos she liked to do online, but they worked for her. Fuck, she was sexy, waiting would be worth it.

I got out of bed and pulled on some underwear before leaving the room. I brewed some coffee in the kitchen so it would be ready by the time she came out. I was just pouring in the almond milk when she walked into the kitchen.

"For me?" she asked. I handed her the cup. She took a deep, long sip. She was still in the clothes she had been wearing yesterday, so she'd have to pass by her place to get changed before getting to campus.

"I don't know why I'm being nice to you. You won’t even spend one morning with me."

"You know I can't, babe," she said. I sighed dramatically, pretending to be hurt. She came up and kissed me again. "How about you come over tonight? I'll cook."

"You have to make whatever I want," I said, smirking. "Then I get to have you for dessert." She giggled and kissed me. We finished our coffee standing in the kitchen before I walked her out to her car. I thought about breakfast, but figured I might as well hold off till after the gym.

I had been keeping up with my workouts trying to bulk back up again and last week even started practicing again. Coach Fitz didn't let me join every practice, but it was something. My phone started ringing on the bed as I packed up my gym bag. I didn't know whose phone number it was, so I hesitated before finally picking up.

"Hello?"

"Roman Blake?" It was a man's voice. Clipped and scratchy, but not a wrong number if they knew who I was.

"Yeah. Who is this?"

"Lawson Hayes, the Miami Hurricanes coach. We never met, but I saw you at the NFL combine a couple weeks ago. I have to say, we were very impressed." I was standing already, but suddenly, I felt like I had to start moving. I started pacing around the room.

"Thank you, sir. That's always good to hear."

"That's why I'm calling you today. I don’t know if you’ve gotten a lot of calls like this already, Roman. Honestly, we hope you haven’t. We're very interested in signing you and we want to make you an offer." I stopped cold and suddenly, I had to sit again.

"Sorry?" I asked.

"You're our first pick for this upcoming season, son," he said. For a second I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing.

"Uh, thanks. You were right about me not getting a lot of calls like this."

"Does that mean we have you?" he asked.

"I couldn't tell you today, sir. This is...unexpected."

"I understand," he said, laughing a little. "Take a little time to get back to us. Sleep on it, whatever you need. This type of offer doesn’t last forever, though; I hope you understand that."

"Of course. Just give me a few days. I'll get back to you in a week."

"You have until Friday," he said in a way that wasn't really mean, but sort of sounded like a threat. I thanked him anyway, and he said that he would be looking forward to hearing from me.

I didn’t know what happened for the ten, maybe fifteen minutes after the phone call. All I know was I realized I had been sitting on the edge of my bed, staring into space when my phone accidentally dropped out of my hand, hitting the floor.

Did this mean... Was I in? Were they recruiting me? What the hell was going to happen on Friday if I told them yes?