Chapter One

Zach

Holding a bouquet of yellow flowers, I walk through campus with an extra skip in my step. My hair is wet, and I'm exhausted from practice, but nothing is going to stop me from seeing her.

"Hey Zach," A pretty blond coos as I walk past. Not one to be rude, I tip my chin in acknowledgement, offering her a half-hearted smile.

"Are those for me?" She steps in my way just as her eyes widen and her hand clutches at her chest. "I didn't think you even knew who I was, but I guess all those side glances and winks in our communication class really paid off."

Her hand reaches for the bouquet, but I move it away before she touches it. I taper down the burning annoyance in my chest because I know people are watching. They always are. Flat-lipped, I press out a forced smile. "Sorry. These are for my girl," I day pointedly.

Her cheeks redden, and she lets out an awkward laugh as she looks around. I follow her gaze, noticing there are people filming this. Great.

"Ugh, you're so swoon-worthy." The blonde fans herself before smiling mischievously at the other people around. She isn't done with me yet. I can tell by her demeanor. "My girl. How does one get on the list to be your girl?"

Fucking hell.

I came to St. Michael's to play ball, not deal with random girls trying to get into my pants all the time. I thought I'd made it clear with my first few interviews that I'm taken, but here we are, a month into my freshman year and I'm still getting propositioned daily. I can't even have a gym workout without someone filming me and putting it on the internet.

"I don't have a list. There's one girl and she's never being replaced."

I feel like a broken record having to reiterate this point so much, but I'm not giving in.

The girl's shoulders drop, and she eases out a low rumble of annoyance. Did she really think I'd drop my high school sweetheart, the one I worked my ass off to get, for her? A girl I don't even know the name of?

I guess so.

Not one to disappoint, I offer her another solution. "You know I have a buddy. Reese. I hear he's got space on his roster for someone like you." I offer her a wink, but I can see the tips of her lips dropping at the mere mention of my wide receiver teammate. Reese doesn't have a roster. Far from it. He's quiet and introverted, and girls overlook him for that trait, but honestly, I admire him. He lets his game do the talking and since he's not the face of the team, he can get away with never being shown on social media. Me, on the other hand, I have no choice.

"Sure, I'll speak to Reese," She says half-heartedly. I know she won't.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to get these flowers in some water before they wilt," I say, lifting the flowers up for emphasis and wanting to laugh because they were huge. I wanted to get something special for my girl, and I may have gone a little overboard.

I step around her, and this time, she doesn't stop me. I top my chin and wave to the people filming, offering up a somewhat plastic smile as I head to Marshall Hall. The place that has become my second home at this point.

Set against a perfectly manicured lawn, with white brick and large windows, Marshall Hall is one of the prettiest dorms on campus. It's also the strictest and has proven to be a thorn in my side when it comes to spending time with my girlfriend. Their rigid curfews, combined with my late-night practice and her studying has meant I see her less than when we were at South Point Prep, and I lived across town, which is crazy considering we could be living together right now.

When I open the dorm doors, I smile at the familiar girl behind the desk. "Gemma," I say smoothly, leaning my arm against the desk.

Her eyes flicker up and there's a sparkle of recognition in them as she pushes her thick, black glasses up her nose. Gemma is a sweet girl. Quiet, and keeps herself to herself, but the one friend she's made on campus so far just so happens to be my girlfriend.

"Zach," she rolls her eyes before glancing at her computer screen. "You know Honey is one of my best friends but visiting hours for this dorm end at eight."

"It's not eight yet," I say with a grin and pull out one of the yellow sunflowers, offering it to her. She shakes her head, swatting the flower away. "And you know I haven't seen my girl all day. I won't be long."

She raises her brow. "That's what you always say, and you're always getting caught. They might eventually fire me for this, you know?"

"They won't," I wave my hand passively. "I've got fifteen minutes until the hall monitor comes around and clips my ear."

"What are you going to do in fifteen minutes?"

"There are a lot of things I can do."

Her nose crinkles, and she lets out a groan of disdain. "Please. It's enough that I sometimes have to hear it. Do not make me imagine what's going on in there too."

"I'm sorry. At least you're down here today. But I would appreciate it if you'd open the gate so I underperform."

"You're lucky I like Honey," She says, pressing the gate button, which causes the gate to open.

"Thank you," I say as I walk through the tiny metal gate. Let's be honest, I could probably have stepped over it and no one would have stopped me, but I have no idea how long Honey is going to stubbornly refuse to live with me, so I want to make sure I stay in the college's good graces and not have a dorm ban on my record.

"Tell her I'll meet her after my shift for dinner," Gemma calls as I raise my hand in acknowledgement, heading straight for the elevator.

When it dings open, there are two girls giggling inside and as they start to walk out, they stop when they see me.

"Z-Zach Evans?" One of the girls says with her mouth hanging open. "Is it really you?"

"Amber," the shorter girl beside her says sharply as she elbows her friend. "You're making yourself look obsessed. Act a little cooler."

Amber shuts her mouth and shakes her head before point at me. "I'm sorry but how do you expect me to act cool when I've only ever seen this guy on posters or the TV. I didn't expect him to be even hotter in real life, or that he'd be standing in my dorm lobby.

"Why not? You knew his girlfriend picked this dorm. That's why you chose it, after all."

I close my eyes, hoping that it will stop the inevitable tick in my jaw.

"Are you finished? I need to go up," I say, completely ignoring them. I can't help but think about my friend Mike from high school, and how much better he'd be in a situation like this. Times like this, I missed him, but he was down in Georgia, going to college with the love of his life Olivia.

The elevator doors start to shut, potentially crushing the two girls in my way. Amber stops it by holding out her hand and pushing the door back into the pocket. All while staring at me. Seriously, she didn't even blink.

"You know what, Roxy? I think I forgot my lip balm."

Still staring, Amber licks her lips and takes me in like I'm one of those delicious St. Michael's hotdogs they sell for a dollar at my games.

"And?" Roxy replies, rolling her eyes to her friend, pushing her out of the way, but Amber stops her from leaving.

"Aaand, I need to go upstairs to get it. If I don't, then I'm going to have chapped lips all night." Amber's eyes flicker across my chest and she stares me down. Almost as if she's waiting for me to make a move. "No one wants to kiss a girl with flaky lips, do they, Zach?"

"You're disturbed." Roxy pushes her back in the elevator and instead of making a scene by abandoning and taking the stairs, I step in, hopeful that it will be a brief ride to Honey's room.

As I press the button for the fifth floor, I can feel the girl's breath down my neck, which means she has to be tiptoeing.

"So, Zach. Those are pretty flowers. Who are they for?"

I glance over my shoulder, and if thirsty had a picture in the dictionary, Amber would be it. Jittery and almost salivating at the mouth, she's really starting to make me regret not taking the stairs.

Genuinely, I thought people were over this by now. Jacob Miller and Drew McCallister, the previous quarterbacks here, mentioned that girls get a little crazy the first couple of weeks, but then they calm down.

Well, it's been a month and it's no different.

The sheer amount of phone numbers I've been given is insane. Something I haven't told Honey about for the sole purpose that I don't want her to worry that I'm going to leave her any time soon.

These girls might think that one of them will turn my head, but no one can.

There's only one woman for me, and she's currently on the fifth floor of this building.

I watch the number on the top of the elevator shaft, slowly make its way to the fifth floor.

2...

"The flowers are for my wife," I answer with just enough clarity for it to sound serious.

"You're married?" Amber asks, shocked.

3…

"Yup."

Okay, okay, Honey is going to kill me when she finds out I'm claiming her as my wife to random people, but if this is the only way I can stop them from hounding me for a good time, then that's what I'm going to do because it's not technically a lie.

In my head, Honey's been my wife since the minute we graduated, but I'd give her a little time to come around to the idea.

4...

"Did you hear that?" Amber whispered. "He's married to that Honey girl."

My hands clench around the flowers and my jaw ticks because I know where this is going.

"Lucky bitch. She isn't even that cute," Amber mumbles under her breath, but we're in a small space so I hear it, and I do the only thing I can when I encounter someone who thinks it's fine to put my girlfriend down because they're jealous.

I look over my shoulder, drag my eyes up and down her body, holding back the curl of my lip as I say, "Amber, is it?"

Her eyes widen, and she steps back. Guess I'm not as good at hiding my fury as I'd like to believe.

"Y-yes."

I turn, and she backs away further, her hands sticking to the mirror on the elevator because there's nowhere else for her to go. "Talking about the love of my life like that isn't going to change the fact that I want her. She's all I ever need, and frankly, if I was single, I would never date a girl who would talk to callously about others." She takes in a sharp breath as I take another step closer. "If I hear you talking about my wife like that ever again, I will make sure to get ostracized from any social event at this school."

"Uh."

"You think I don't have clout around here, try me." I give her a smile and yeah, it's a dickish move to pull, but she asked for it.

Ding.

"Fifth Floor."

I glare at Amber for just a second longer than necessary before turning away and walking out of the elevator, not caring about what she would say because the entire situation makes her look bad.

To be honest, I've been trying to be nice over the last month and it's gotten me nowhere. It's high time that people are clear that I'm not going to put up with their shit anymore, especially if it has to do with Honey.

The elevator dings shut as I make my way down the hall, and I have this extra skip in my step because I'm that much closer to getting to Honey.

Are there other girls stopping and gawking as I walk by? Yes.

Am I ignoring them? Also, yes.

Frankly, I don't want to waste any more time on anyone else who isn't Honey. I've spent the entire day catering to everyone else, now it's time to cater to my own needs.

When I see her door and the silver numbers 507 on it, I smile, knowing she's only a few feet away now, just waiting for me.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The doorknob turns and just like when I'm on the field, my body tenses in preparation. As the door opens and I see the messy ton bun, I drop the flowers and step into the room, giving her no time to breathe as I cup her face and kiss the ever-loving shit out of her.

Home.

Honey's soft lips would always be home to me and a sense of calm washed over my body as I deepened the kiss.

She moans just as her hands grab my wrists, holding onto my for balance as I kick the door shut with my foot. When I hear the slam of the door, I smile against her lips and guide her to the bed without looking.

I've been in this room enough times to know where everything is now, and even though her tiny, single bed barely fits us, I make do.

When the back of her knees hit the bed, I gently push her onto it, and she uses her hands to brace her fall. With heavy breaths, her eyes are slow to connect with mine, but when they do, I feel a fire burning in my belly, and my cock harden.

I want her. I want her naked right now.

"Hello to you too," She managed to get out between her breaths, and I take her in.

Fuck. She looks good.

She always does, but how can I not want to claim her as mine while she's wearing my jersey, lying in her bed?

"Can't help it. I've missed you," I say, climbing over her as she tries to push herself further up the mattress. Too bad she's lying sideways, so she knocks her head against the wall instead. She has nowhere to go, and I have all the opportunity.

With my knees on the mattress in between her thighs, I plant my hands on either side of her face and kiss her. This time it's long and slow, emphasizing just how much I want her.

Her hands clutch at my shirt before she relaxes underneath me, and I put more of my weight on her. She groans, dropping her hands to the hem of my shirt so she can dip her fingers under. She scrapes her fingernails across my back, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock.

I feel her lips curl as I kiss her, and she turns her head to the side so she can speak, which gives me the perfect opportunity to nibble her ear. "You're acting like you haven't seen me in months," she sighs out, tipping her chin higher, directing me to kiss her neck. Not one to deny Honey, I kiss her soft skin, licking down to her jawline and kissing her there.

"It's felt like a damn long time if you ask me."

I cup one of her breasts through the jersey fabric, happy to feel her nipple pebble under the touch. She's not wearing a bra which means it's going to be that much easier to get her naked.

With her eyes closed, she huffs out a heady, sexy laugh as her hips roll against mine.

"It's been like twelve hours, Z."

"Twelve hours. Twelve minutes. Twelve days. It all feels the same when I'm not with you.

"You're insatiable." She playfully taps me on the shoulder but continues to rock her hips against mine. My erection strains against my jeans and I have no doubt she can feel it because she only has a pair of cotton panties on her bottom half.

"And you're incredible," I say just as I pinch one of her nipples. Not hard, but just enough that she arches her back, chasing the pleasure. Fuck. This is a beautiful sight, and I will never tire of it.

"Zach," She moans out my name, making my hops roll faster against her center. She's just trying to torture me at this point.

Still kissing her neck, I slink my hand under her jersey, but as I do, the bed squeaks loudly. I keep going, and palm her breast, massaging it in my hand. The bed's squeaking, but I don't care.

"Zach." No longer filled with pleasure, Honey's voice is urgent, but I can't stop myself. Her body feels too good. My hips roll against hers so much that her head hits the wall.

"Ouch," she yelps, grabbing her head and ultimately forcing me to back away.

"Are you okay?"

"Zach," She sighs out again, and it really is the hottest sound in the world. "We're being too loud. Everyone knows you're in here, and if they hear this, they're going to know what we're up to."

"Do you think I care about that? Because I was so close to coming in my jeans just from touching your tit, Honeycomb, and I'd really like to make sure I make you see stars before that happens."

She flattens her lips, but she can't stop the flush in her cheeks, letting me know just how much she likes me being here.

"You might not care about everyone hearing you getting me off, but I do. I live with these people and it's not like me much any way."

Her eyes drop, and my chest constricts because in a way, I feel bad for Honey. She's never really fit in with other people and that fact is only being emphasized at college. One friend. She's made one friend since she started here, and the rest of the time she has to deal with people either jealous of her money or her boyfriend's status.

I drop my head, grumbling out obscenities into her neck.

"Can we talk about how much I hate this dorm? You could be living with me but instead you chose the strictish female-only dorm in the place. It has an eight o'clock curfew for visitors and that's making it really hard to get our daily sessions in."

Her body deflates underneath me because I know she hates talking about it. It's a topic I've brought up several times, but the point needs to be made. I nuzzle into her neck, trying to lighten the mood.

"You know why I picked it," she says, planting her palm on my forehead and pushing me away from her neck so I can look at her.

Her lips are puffy, her honey eyes dark and she looks as horny as I feel. I rub my jeans across her center again, enjoying her sharp intake of breath.

"I know the reason you keep giving me, but it makes no sense."

I dip my hands underneath her so I can latch my hands across her ass cheeks and haul her up against my torso before carrying her to the floor. She doesn't try to stop me, but giggles as I tickle her sides in the move.

"Wait, wait," she says her arms flailing toward the bed I lean down, letting her grab a few pillows before dropping them on the floor.

She knows what we're about to do. After a month of being scolded about how loud the bed is, fucking on the floor is almost routine for us at this point.

"If I move in with you now, I'm never going to know what it's like to live on my own," she says while purposefully placing the pillows to create a makeshift bed. I don't have the heart to tell her that I'm almost certain doing it this way is just as loud for her neighbor downstairs. But she doesn't know them, so they don't complain.

"So, you're happy for me to fuck you into some pillows on a hard wooden floor instead of at my house in the awesome bed I bought with you in mind?"

She stops plumping the pillows for a second to look at me from over her shoulder. "Would I like a little more privacy when we're intimate? Yes. But if this is the price of living on my own, then so be it."

I want to laugh because I can't fault her. Honey has always been headstrong. Hell, it was one of the traits that drew me to her in the first place. I just wish she'd have a little flexibility on this one point because it would benefit the both of us.

Once the pillows are fluffed to her liking, she turns and rests her back on them so she can stare up at me.

Still on my knees, I chuckle as I look down at her because if she thinks she can just lie on her back, twiddling her thumbs while I do all the work, she has another think coming.

Her dark hair is sprawled across the pillows, and she has this beautiful, almost peaceful smile on her face. It's almost a shame to disturb her, but there's no changing that now. I smooth my hands up her thighs before slipping my hands under the jersey and peeling the underwear off her in one quick swoop.

That's better.

Pushing back onto my haunches, I take her in. Honey wearing nothing but my jersey is a lethal combination. She drops her knees, so they knock against each other, blocking me of any kind of view.

Yeah, she's not going to get away with being demure tonight. I've seen everything she's got, and I want it over and over again. Resting my hands on her knees, I gently push her legs open, making the jersey ride up and scoot closer.

My jersey is so big on her that I still have to flick the fabric up to reveal her smooth pussy.

Beautiful. I swear I think about tasting her pussy when I'm sleeping. I can already see she's wet for me and I can't wait for a taste.

"I've missed you," I say wistfully as I lean down and lick my lips.

"Zach are you talking to my vagina?" she asks with a little giggle.

"Yes." I squeeze her thighs as I lean in. "What can I say? When I'm not kissing her, I'm missing her."

Then I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it slowly and watching as her eyes close and her head falls back. I mix in a few short, sharp bursts of movement from my tongue, waiting until I hear the hitch in her breath.

When I get it, I smile.

She's fucking wet and tasty already.

I once told her that her pussy tasted like Honeycomb, but now that I've had more opportunities, I realize she's so much better than that. She tastes like home, and I'm never leave.

Honey can't talk, but she manages to thread her fingers through my hair, as I move down to spear my tongue inside her while using my nose to circle her clit.

"Zach, oh," She breathes loudly, and I laugh because if she was really that worried about people hearing us, she'd have moved in with me. My cock is like steel now. Honey is so loud in bed, and I love it, but as she chooses to stay here instead of my very private house, I'm going to have to keep her quiet.

Moving my tongue away from her, I lift up and raise my brow. She knows what I'm challenging without having to say anything.

Although my hands are at the top of her thighs, holding her legs open, I can feel the heat radiating off her pussy as she rocks her hips, desperately trying to get her attention as she bites her bottom lip.

She should know better than that.

"I'm sorry. I can't help it. It just feels so good."

I move one of my hands just high enough up her leg that I can skate my thumb across her slit.

"You know, my favorite thing is hearing you scream while I get you off, but that's not something I can do here, and since this is where you live, you need to promise me you can keep it down."

"I know, but I nearly suffocated last time when I tried to use a pillow."

"Then don't," I say before grabbing her panties off the floor and scrunching them into a ball.

"Zach, what are you doing?"

"Keeping you quiet." I show her the panties and pause to gauge her reaction to the unsaid suggestion.

Her lip's part, and before I know it, she's opening her mouth wider. I stuff the panties in her mouth, knowing there's a very real possibility of me coming in my pants from this.

"Do you taste yourself?" She nods. "Good. Now try to keep it down as much as possible so I can make you come all over my face."

She drops her head and I move back down to her pussy, latching my mouth against her clit. I suck, lick, and flick it with my tongue as I push two fingers inside her.

"So wet. So tasty," I say into her swollen flesh, making out with her clit until I feel her vibrate with pent up pleasure.

When I add another finger, she squeals but the panties muffle it.

I pump my fingers into her, as my tongue flicks across her clit, loving the sound of my fingers against her wet pussy. All that's for me, and I don't want to waste a drop.

Her hips lift an inch off the floor and I know that's a sign she's about to come, so I slow down, and curl my fingers just slightly.

Her hands are in my hair, gripping at the strands as her orgasm nearly reaches it peak.

I can feel her clenching me from the inside and when her body stiffens, I wait. Suddenly, she bursts into movement, her hips thrusting against my mouth as she fucks my fingers at an unrelenting pace.

Keep my tongue at a sharp point, I let her writhe against it until her orgasm subsides.

When her hips are back against the pillow and her legs fall to the floor, I kiss her center one last time before pulling away.

Until I see you again, old friend.

I stand so I can pull my pants and boxers off as quick as humanly possible. Then I crawl over Honey until my dick is lined up with her soaking wet pussy.

Her eyes are still closed, and she's pushed the underwear out of her mouth. I have no doubt that she's still sensitive after the orgasm, but I love entering her when she's sloppy wet for me and knowing that the minute the head of my cock is inside her, she can't help but clench around me from the aftershocks.

The head of my cock presses against her center, making her eyes open. Good, I like to watch her expression when I push inside her.

Completely bare, I add another inch, feeling her thighs open wider as I move further in.

"Zach," she says my name again on a sigh, and that's enough to make me thrust all the way inside her.

Fucking hell, she feels good.

"Do you like that?" I ask, moving my hips and thrusting at an unrelenting pace. I can't help it. Eating her pussy gets me so freaking hard.

"Yes," she says as her body shunts up the pillow with each thrust. "But. I. Think. We're. Making. The. Floorboards. Squeak." Each word was said after a thrust, and I roll my eyes, not caring about the people below. I just keep going.

In and out. Faster and faster.

"Zach," she warns. "You know, we're being too loud."

"Too loud?" I huff out a laugh, pulling out of her before flipping her over.

With my front to her back, I lean forward so I can whisper in her ear. "You want to talk about too loud right now?"

I run my hands past her breasts down to her hips and pull her up so she's on all fours.

"When we could be at the house I bought and fucking as loudly as we want instead of in a dorm that you choose to live in because your mother doesn't approve of it."

Backing away from her, I smooth over my jersey with one hand while pushing three of my fingers inside her, watching them disappear.

She bends her head forward with a sigh, only for her honey-colored hair to fall to the side, revealing my name on her back.

I take my fingers out of her, place both my hands on the globes of her ass and push my dick inside her, groaning as I do.

"You know my name looks real good on you," I say, admiring the way her back arches as I thrust into her, slow and hard. I know it's torture for her because Honey likes to finish things quickly when we're in her dorm, but I'm here to prove a point tonight.

She rocks her hips into me in a feeble attempt to make me go faster, but every time she does, I slow down, forcing her to let me set the pace.

"Maybe we should make this a permanent fixture?" I say as I trail one hand up her ass crack until I get to her midriff and haul her up.

With her back now plastered to my front, she holds onto the bed beside us to keep up with my unrelenting pace. "Please don't tell me you've just asked me to marry you while you're fucking me?"

Her head falls back, and her eyes are closed. If she's pissed off about the question, then she's not showing it. In fact, it seems like the exact opposite. Her hips roll and there's a small smile on her face while I continue to thrust into her.

"I've asked you plenty of times before. This should come as no surprise." I lick away the sweat at the nape of her neck, kissing her skin before letting my hand trail up the jersey so I can play with her nipples.

She groans out, and I nibble at the section of her collarbone that I know gets the loudest moan. I've done this so many times, I've practically memorized every part of her body now.

My balls tighten, and I can feel a tingle of my orgasm starting to come but she needs to have another orgasm first, so I let my other hand slip to her front and toy with her clit. The best thing about making her come first is that she can take me playing with her longer the second time around.

I work my hand faster, thrust deeper.

"Are you going to come for me, Honeycomb?" I whisper and only get her choked cries as a response.

I can feel it. Her body is like a tightly stretched rubber band ready to break, so I keep going.

Slipping my hand out of the jersey, I cover her mouth and she immediately bites down on it, trying to stifle any moans and it works.

"Come for me, Honeycomb. Let me feel you squeeze my cock while I fuck my cum into you."

Her body stiffens and I know I've gotten to her because with one final thrust, she breaks apart in my arms, coaxing my own climax.

I close my eyes, thrusting until the pleasure leaves my body and then gently guide her to the floor of pillows below.

Panting, sweaty and sticky, Honey relaxes into the pillows, and I drag the jersey over her ass before gently pulling out of her.

"The offer still stands," I say, getting up and going over to the sink. The only thing she has in this tiny dorm because she refuses anything grander. I pluck a washcloth from a pile of towels beside the sink and soak it in warm water before heading back to Honey.

Her eyes are still closed, and she's got this small, serene smile on her face with blushed red cheeks. I kneel beside her and gently apply the warm washcloth. Her back curls in surprise, which is funny since this has pretty much become our ritual as of late.

"You know, if you lived with me, you could have your own bathroom."

"Mhm, maybe. But then you wouldn't get to clean me like this." Her hips gyrate against the washcloth, and I push it against her flesh, playing with her clit again.

"Don't tempt me, Honeycomb. I'm riled up and always ready to rail you."

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"This is your five-minute warning," a stuffy voice from behind the door says. "Any guests need to be out of the dorms prior to checks."

I roll my eyes and glare at my girlfriend who just remains stone faced and unbothered.

"I get you wanted the dorm life, but why did you pick the strictest one on campus? It's like you're living at boarding school."

She shrugs her shoulder. "I don't know. I liked the rooms because they were small enough to piss off my mom, and I also like the whole sneaking around thing."

I raise my brows in surprise. "Oh, you like this?"

She bites down on her bottom lip before nodding.

I bend down and kiss her languidly. "I like it too," I admit. "Reminds me of the first time I ate you out and your mom nearly caught us. Do you remember that?"

"Which time?" She giggles and I drop a kiss on her lips.

"You smell of sex," she hums out as I move away from her and look for my underwear and jeans.

"Something I could have rectified if you picked a dorm with a shower. Now I'm going to have to walk across campus with the smell of you all over me." I look up, thinking about it for a second before licking my lips. "Although, that doesn't sound like such a bad idea. Let's everyone know you're mine."

"Stop," she groans.

"What? if you won't let me put a ring on your finger, then your juices all over my dick and face is the best I got." I pull my boxers and jeans on.

"What about the jersey?" She plucks at the fabric covering her delectable body.

"That's temporary. I want something a little more permanent like a name change."

She pushes me off and laughs.

"Come back to me when we're at least twenty-five. I've got things to do before I become 'Mrs. Zach Evans.'"

Well, that wasn't a rejection of my proposal, and yeah, I'm coming in hot considering we just celebrated our first anniversary, but after having a talk with one of the just drafted quarterback's here, Jacob Miller, I've learned that if you've got something, don't let it go too far.

"Next time, I'm hiding in your closet."

She smirks. "They'll find you."

"And I'll probably scare the shit out of them with the giant boner I'll be rocking."

She rolls her eyes, but she doesn't attempt to move from the floor. Good. I screwed her, so thoroughly that she'll be thinking about me all night.

Walking over to the door, I rest my hand on the handle before looking back at her one last time.

"Bye, babe. I love you."

And with that, I reluctantly leave my girlfriend thoroughly fucked, lying on a bed made of pillows.

As I walk down the hallway, girls look at me, and I wonder if it's because I'm still glistening with my very own Honeycomb, but then I remember it's because we were really loud. I just smile, not caring at all because Honey is the best thing that ever happened to me and I'm not afraid to show it.