Page 206 of For the Fans

A crazed grin sweeps over my lips, and I start typing out a response. But then I delete it and call him instead.

He picks up on the first ring. “How did I know you were awake and probably fondling yourself…”

I chuckle, then groan, rolling onto my stomach with a pout. “I miss you…”

“I know. I miss you too… Like crazy.”

“Can I see you today? Before I leave?” My tone is downright pleading and I don’t even care.

“Baby, I think I’m leaving before you,” he huffs.

I’m pouting, but excitement still fizzles in my gut.

Avi’s coming to California for the Rose Bowl. But not as part of the team… He’s coming forme. He told me last night that he bought his ticket months ago.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, superstar,” he said while we kissed over and over, slowly attempting to detach from one another so I could go back to the banquet before people started freaking out.

“Will you be okay with not… telling people about us until after?” I mumbled, feeling like a total chicken-shit loser for even suggesting we keep hiding it. “I just wanna focus on the game. I don’t want everyone spazzing and ruining my concentration.”

But Avi just grinned, that comforting, calming smile I used to hate because of how good it makes him look. “I can’t believe you’re even talking about telling people.” He shook his head while he straightened my tie. “I’m in no rush for anything, baby. I just wanna be with you. Nothing else matters.”

Biting my lip, I ask him, “What time is your flight?”

“Six. You?”

“Seven-thirty.” I frown. “We’re gonna just miss each other.”

“That’s okay,” he hums easily. “I’ve gotta go move the rest of my stuff out of the dorm and into Frankie’s, anyway.”

“Right… Well, when you see that asshole Ash Holloway, make sure to punch him in the face for me.”

Avi chuckles. “We don’t know it was him who told the dean…”

“Uh, yes, we do. He’s her fucking nephew… Plus, he’s clearly in love with you.”

“Then why would he want to get me kicked out of the dorm we live in together?” I can hear the grin in his voice.

“Because he sucks, and he’s jealous.”

“Because he knows I belong to someone else…?” he whispers, and my balls throb. “The person who christened that dorm room with me…”

My lips curl into a smirk, remembering all the good times we had in TMA room 446. It’s a shame he has to move out. But I’m sure we can christen all kinds of different places…Now that we’re stupidly in love.

“I don’t want to think about him anymore.” I flop onto my back. “Or the fact that you’re expelled.”

“You’re right,” he hums firmly. “No more stress. Let’s think about good things.”

“You’re finally going to meet Bridget…” I murmur, worrying my bottom lip.

No stress… Pfft. I know of no such concept.

“I can’t wait,” he croons.

“Avi…” I whisper, choking up a bit because this is all still new and confusing for me, despite how fucking incredible it feels. “My head is spinning, baby. Is this real? Tell me I’m not dreaming…”

He chuckles, a growly, sexy laugh that throbs my balls. “I think I’m the one who should be asking you that… ’Cause this has been real for me for a while. No offense, but I’ve been waiting for you to catch up.”

I swallow hard. “I know… I’m sorry I was pushing you away for so long.”