THIRTY-TWO
Liliana
“What?” I ask. There’s no way I heard him right.
“You heard me,” he says, as he tucks his shirt back into his pants.
“Explain,” I say, feeling speechless, which is saying something because I’m never speechless.
“I already told you. The way I grew up. . .the things I saw. . .I never wanted to have a meaningless hookup, and I was so busy with my health and then with school and hockey, I never allowed myself time for girls,” he admits.
“I was your first?” I blurt.
He laughs. “Does that make you feel proud?”
“Holy shit.” My palm comes up to my chest.
“Was I that good you couldn’t tell?” he asks, and he watches me with interest and a quirk in his lip. Why does he have to be so hot? I clearly lose myself around him.
“Yes, it was the best sex of my life,” I confirm because he is being so honest, playing down what we had in Hawaii doesn’t seem fair.
“Good. It was good for me too.”
I lick my lips. “You. . .”
“Are you speechless, Lili Ramirez?”
I moan, “Say my name again.” It sounds like pure sex from his lips.
“Lili Ramirez,” he repeats and moves into me and then we are kissing again. I feel so hot and heavy I can’t believe I just got off moments ago.
Suddenly there’s a knock on the door and we break apart panting.
“Holy shit,” I squeak. “We can’t walk out of here together.” I turn around to look in the mirror. My red lipstick is smudged. Logan has the smudged red lipstick on his lips and neck, and we both look like we were thoroughly fucked.
I take hand soap and water and scrub my lips and Logan does the same. Then I tame my hair down with my fingers and Logan does the same.
“We can’t walk out of here together. The whole party will know what we were doing together,” I repeat to him. I look at the window. It isn’t a bad size.
“You want me leaving through the window?” he asks, watching me wide-eyed.
I wince. “Kind of. We can’t risk it.”
Another angry knock comes from the door.
Logan opens the window and looks outside. “I think it’s doable.”
I wait for him to squeeze his large body out the window, aware we are on the second floor and he is going to have to find his way down to the ground. “Be careful,” I whisper. I look out the window to see him walking across the roof. At least this part of the house has an almost flat roof. Then I spray some of the scented spray to make it smell like I was taking a dump. It’s embarrassing but better for people to think that than to know the truth.
I open the door to see some girls waiting in line. One of them gives me the stink eye and I shrug, giving her a sheepish look. I hear her groan about it being smelly in there.
I shrug it off and head downstairs.
Olivia and Luna find me right away. “OMG, we were looking all over for you,” Olivia says.
“Sorry. I went up to use the bathroom. I should have said something,” I explain.
I wonder if I look like I just got laid.
“It’s fine. Come, we are doing more shots,” Luna says. She pulls out her flask but there doesn’t seem to be any more sealed bottles, so we opt to drink from the flasks. We pass the two flasks around in a circle while chatting. Luna thinks she’s going to hook up with one of the football guys and Olivia is thinking of hooking up with Leo from the hockey team.
“Is this happening now? Because I can totally Uber back to the dorm on my own,” I say.
“Nah,” Luna says. “Let’s go dance and enjoy the party. If anything, we’ll hook up later.”
Feeling tipsy once again, I head to the dance floor enjoying the pulse of the music. I dance with the girls and see the guys from the team. They come over and we dance in a big group. When Logan joins our group, I realize his head and body are covered in white flakes of snow. He gives me a mischievous grin, but we dance a distance from each other. At the end of the night, Luna takes off with the football dude, who happens to live in the frat house. Olivia leaves with Leo back to the hockey house. The guys also Ubered here since everyone was drinking. As I’m leaving, I see Logan.
“You want me to go with you in the Uber?” he asks.
“I’m okay to get home on my own,” I assure him.
He cocks his left brow. “What if I want to be in your bed tonight?” he says.
“I live in a dorm room with three freshmen,” I remind him. “Besides, I need to sleep. I don’t want to feel like shit tomorrow, even though I think I will anyway,” I tell him.
He leans over and kisses my cheek. “I’ll wait for your car to come,” he says, and we both leave the frat house.
He calls an Uber too, but my car comes first. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Lili.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Logan.”
I get in the car and head back to campus, but all I can think about is having sex with Logan again.
THIRTY-THREE
Logan
We start our workout with some stretching, then Coach makes us skate suicides on the ice before practice, and then we divide up and run some plays in small groups. After practice I hit the showers then the media room, but Lili stays back and heads on to the ice to do some TikToks with Wyatt and Seth since they are our goalies. It’s been four days since I was inside Lili. Four days since she came apart on my cock. I want her again, but we haven’t been able to make it work. Her suitemates are around all the time and there is no way I can bring her back to the hockey house.
We’re all sitting in the media room as Coach prepares us for our game tomorrow night against Havenshire. It’s the last game before spring break. We’re headed into Boston tomorrow then back to Westfall. After Coach Darren finishes going over the plays, we all hang around since Lili has one of her PR stunts she wants us to do. She tells us we better score some nice goals tomorrow night since she’ll be in Boston, and she wants to catch some good plays to post.
She asks Leo and Rowan to stay back too, and then she dismisses the rest of us. I don’t have class until almost noon, so although I have work to do, I hang around at the back corner of the media room and get some work done. It isn’t unusual for me to do my work here since I sometimes find the libraries on campus to be too busy and loud, and the media room is perfectly comfortable, empty, and quiet. After Rowan interviews Leo by asking him some weird questions, like his favorite quote from a movie or if a hotdog is a sandwich, they leave. Lili remains in the room editing the piece and when she’s done, she turns to me.
“I can’t believe you’re waiting for me. We can get caught,” she says.
I grin. “That’s a little presumptuous of you, don’t you think? I do my work in here all the time. The coaches expect it of me. My way of keeping to myself.”
“So, you’re a recluse,” she says.
“To a certain extent.” I nod as she walks over to me.
I get out of my seat and head over to the door. She watches me with confusion, and I turn off about half the lights in the room and then slowly lock the door.