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“Violet.” I wrap my fingers around her wrist and pull her hand from her mouth. “I told you. I’ve been getting off thinking about you since I was a teenager. If one of us is a creep here, I promise it’s me.”

Her eyes light with laughter that she doesn’t vocalize, but I call it a win anyway since she at least looks less horrified now.

“And I’m not in the habit of telling my mother or my sister about my sex life, so no worries there.”

“I know, I just feel like… Nora knows everything. She has spidey senses, you know?”

“Yeah, but let’s hope they don’t extend to my dick, okay?”

We both burst out into laughter and the oven dings in the meantime. She pulls the cake out to let it cool on the stove, and puts a few more things away, the remnants of amusement still hitting her in little pangs of laughter as she works.

“We okay?” I ask after a few minutes.

She nods, giving me a small smile.

“Then I’m gonna give you space. I’ll be in my room. You’re welcome if you want, if not, no worries,” I say, putting the ball back in her court. As much as I want her, I don’t want to twist her arm and have her do anything she regrets.

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Ben

After 15 minutesgo by and she hasn’t come into my room for the second time this evening, I resign myself to the fact that I have to start giving her the distance she wants. Except I have a raging hard on and visions of what she might look like in that half corset running through my head on replay. I lay back against my headboard, staring at the shadows on the wall when I hear the door open.

The room is dark and the ambient light on my laptop is the sole source of illumination in the room. But it’s enough to see she’s got the jersey on and nothing else, or at least nothing I can see besides it. I pray she still has on whatever lingerie she had in store for me. The jersey would have been enough, but getting to peek underneath?Fuck me.

I swallow against the lump in my throat as she climbs on the bed next to me and lays down alongside me.

“Hi,” she says softly.

“Hey,” I answer, turning toward her and giving her a little smile.

“I didn’t bring the book. I figure if… we probably need to lose the training wheels.”

“They were super hot wheels though. But yeah, probably more fun if they fall off.”

She rolls her eyes but rewards me with a little smile for my lame jokes.

“Should have listened in more to the undergrads today. Seen if they had any tips for seducing athletes. I skipped that part.”

“The jersey thing pretty much has it covered, so I wouldn’t worry.”

“Yeah?” she asks, sitting up, and stretching the jersey material so she can see the entirety of the number. “Why is that anyway?”

“Why do I think it’s hot to see you in my jersey?”

“Yeah.”

I run my teeth over my lip trying to think of a non-dickish way to say it, and while I’m thinking she slides one leg over me, kneeling with one leg on either side of mine, hovering over my lap facing me. She holds the jersey out again and puzzles over the outlined number 87 on the front.

“Yeah, there’s really no good way to say it. It’s a possessive thing.”

“A brand?” She eyes me skeptically.

“Sure, something like that. It’s hot though, and then the way it skims the tops of your thighs like that. Shows just enough to make it hot without being X rated. You know?”

“Just wait until you’re in the NFL, and you’ve got thousands of women wearing them.” She smiles at me.

“If.”