On a Tuesday (One Week 1)

“Just one last—”

“Out.” She tossed a pillow at my face. “Now.”

I tossed it back at her and hit the lights on my way out. I took the elevator down to the lobby and saw Grayson’s SUV pulling into a spot across the street. Zipping my jacket, I stepped outside and walked over to him.

“Hey,” I said. “Sorry about Nadira. I forget that she always needs a night of silence before her exams.”

He didn’t say anything. He looked me up and down, and without a word, he pushed me against his car and pressed his mouth against mine.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and shut my eyes as he kissed me breathless. I felt his cock hardening through his pants as he gripped my waist, and I couldn’t help but blush at the realization of how huge he was.

"Get out of the street!" Someone honked at us as they drove by, but Grayson didn't tear away from me. He kissed me even harder, making me murmur as he bit my bottom lip.

“Are you coming to the team’s victory party Saturday night?” he whispered against my mouth.

“How can you plan a victory party before you play the game?”

“Because the outcome is a given.” He bit my lip a bit harder. “Stop deflecting. Are you coming?”

“I’m still thinking about it.”

“You said that last time and left after three minutes.”

He smiled and slowly let me go. “I think you should try to stay for at least two hours. For me.”

“I can do two hours.”

“Good.” He kissed my forehead and clasped my hand, walking me back to Lothrop’s doors. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You’re not coming in to talk?”

“No,” he said. “I was calling you earlier to get a raincheck since I need to go to bed early tonight."

“Why didn’t you tell Nadira that?”

“Her alternative suggestion was better.” He held the door for me. “Good night, Charlotte.”

“Wait,” I said. “I need to ask you a question, and I want an honest answer.”

“I’m listening.”

“Are you doing all of this elaborate, sweet, gentlemanly stuff just to get me to sleep with you?”

"No." He brushed a few stray hairs from my forehead. "I'm doing all of this ‘elaborate, sweet, gentlemanly stuff’ to show you I like you. Why you’re still refusing to believe that, I have no idea.

I blushed. “So, you don’t want to have sex with me? You’re fine with us never doing that?”

He let out a low laugh and kissed my lips. “I’ll see you at my game Saturday.”

“Answer my question.”

He smiled and stepped back, looking me over one last time. “I just did.”

SATURDAY’S GAME WAS the definition of a bloodbath for the opposing team. It was a 53-7 bruising that made everyone in the stadium feel restless and anxious for the game clock to put them out of their misery. In addition to extending Pitt’s undefeated record to 10-0 for the season, the game solidified one of the longest winning streaks in the school’s history. They had yet to lose a single game since a loss to Louisville my sophomore year.

In my first show of school spirit, I was wearing a #4 Pitt jersey with “Connors” painted on the back in pink and a matching khaki skirt with paw-printed flats. I’d debated changing clothes before the victory party, but Grayson’s latest “I fucking love what you wore to my game today” text made me change my mind.

“I’m kind of upset that you guys aren’t going to this party with me.” I turned around from the mirror, facing Eric and Nadira. “I got you both into the skybox and this is how you repay me?”

“First of all,” Eric said, looking up from my desk. “Grayson got us into the skybox because he knows we’re friends with you.”

“And second of all—” Nadira chimed in. “The adults in this room, i.e. me and Eric, can’t afford to spend every weekend going out like someone we know. What’s happened to you, Charlotte? You used to be such a boring, good girl, and now you actually seem to have a life.”

They both laughed, and I rolled my eyes.

“I’d go, but I told you I have a date tonight.” Eric kissed me on the cheek. “I think I like this girl, so I’m not going to push the date back. Be sure to tell your boyfriend I said thank you for the skybox ticket, though.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“He’s definitely your boyfriend,” he and Nadira said in unison.

“Speaking of which—” He pulled a few bills from his wallet and handed them to Nadira. “You were right about the two of them. I’ll have to pay the rest of our bet in crepes to you tomorrow. See y’all later.”

“See ya!” Nadira held up one of the bills to the light.

“You two have a bet going on me and Grayson?” I asked.

“We have five bets going on you and Grayson.” She laughed. “I’ve won three so far.”