“Worst? You did amazing!”
“I’m a pocket—”
“Passer, I know, but tonight, you managed just fine, and that tackle? The grab? The run? Have you been running with Gabe?”
"I haven't been, but maybe this off-season I will."
“That was the last game?”
“It depends. We need another school to lose, and then we’ll make it into the playoffs.”
“Well, here’s hoping, but how can it be that you won’t make the playoffs? You’ve done amazing this year!”
"Only one auto bid from our division, and we had one loss."
“And another team had none.”
“You got it.”
“If you make it to the playoffs, you’ll be dangerous. Now, you know you can do it in and out of the pocket.”
Some of the other guys cheer, slapping Ace on the back or ass, and Ace brings me over to his locker. We talk about football a little more, and eventually, I realize no one else is around.
“You have to be starving. You had to have burned a ton of calories,” I say.
“And I want to burn a lot more,” he murmurs before kissing me.
I groan against his lips. He pulls me closer to him on the bench we’re sitting on. His body is wet, not from sweat but from his shower. I place my hands on his chest, and my fingers brush against his necklace.
I break off the kiss and touch his pendant, a crescent moon. “I love this.”
“I do too.”
“Did you buy it for yourself?”
“I made it, actually.”
“You did?”
“Yeah. For my father, but he thought it was pathetic, that real men don’t wear jewelry—”
“Not even wedding rings?”
“Oh, please. My father hardly wears his. I’ve worn it ever since.”
“You’re your own person, and I’m so glad that you don’t let your father mold you into him. I would probably hate you if you were like him.”
“There’s no doubting that, but I don’t want to talk about him right now.”
“Funny. I was just thinking about how I don’t want to talk at all right now,” I say with a grin and then yelp as he pushes me off the bench to stand and starts to undress me.
As soon as I’m naked, Ace pushes me again, this time against the lockers. He runs his hand over my body as I do the same to him, and when my hands brush against the spot right above his ass cheeks, he shivers.
“Do you like that?” I whisper before kissing him.
“I love that,” he murmurs before sucking on my neck.
“Ace, you’re gonna give me a hickey!”