Head in the Game (Game Day #1) by Lily Cahill

Author:Lily Cahill [Cahill, Lily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01LXF58FG
Publisher: Nameless Shameless Women LLC
Published: 2016-10-01T23:00:00+00:00

Once I’ve ordered—easily three times as much food as Lilah—I sit back in the booth and smile. The last few times we’ve come here, we’ve both been scrupulously polite, carefully keeping our legs from brushing under the table. But now Lilah’s feet are tangled with mine, her knee brushing the inside of my thigh. I no longer have to spend half the meal trying not to fantasize about the tattoo hidden under her top. I know it now; I’ve run my mouth over it, tasted the bright roses and darker thorns she chose to ink on her skin.

I adjust in my seat. It seems I’m still going to spend half the meal fantasizing about her naked body. Now, at least I don’t have to hide it.

“So I’m thinking after this, we should go back to your place and try to break your bed.”

She coughs into her coffee, then looks up at me with merriment in her eyes. “I’m sure my grandmother would love that.”

“Right, your grandmother. Well, I’m not particularly attached to the bed in my dorm room.”

She curls her lip. “Like I’m going to break furniture with you with a dozen football players right outside.”

Valid point. “I’ll put a sock on the door.”

She takes a deep breath. “Can we be serious for a second?”

I reach across the table and take her hand. “What’s up?”

She looks down at our joined hands. “Look, I know there’s a perception that artists are all about free love and open relationships or whatever. But I’m not one of those artists.”

“Okay.”

“The past hour aside, I don’t just jump into bed with people. Or onto chairs with people,” she says with a small smile. “And we don’t have to label this or make some sort of weird commitment, but—”

“Are you saying you want to go steady?” I ask, my voice amused.

“No. I mean … no. I like you, and I’d like to see you again, but …. God, Riley, I wish you weren’t a football player.”

Irritation pricks at my happiness. “We’re still stuck on this?”

“It’s not about Natalie. Or not just about Natalie.” Her hands flutter like birds under mine, but I don’t let go. “I know what the next few months are going to be like for you—what it has to be like for you. If you’re going to get drafted, you have to focus all your energy on being your best. You don’t need the distraction of a … whatever.”

“See, I look at this another way. There’s no way I could play my best unless you were my … whatever. You make me better. I told you that before.”

She looks down at the table, embarrassed. “You were talking about class.”

“No, I was talking about everything. Lilah, I don’t think you understand. At the end of the spring semester, I was ready to go home. I was committed to playing my last year at MSU, but I didn’t have any love for the game, any heart. But over the past few weeks, I feel like I’ve woken up again.

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