Page 129 of The Quarterback Sweep

Zach:You’re doing a terrible job.

Honeycomb??:Maybe you’re just impossible to discourage.

Zach:So don’t bother. Just call me.

I put it out there, hoping she’ll take the bait. I haven’t heard her voice since the cruise and I miss it. This win has made me just brazen enough to finally ask for what I want.

*Honeycomb Calling*

What the fuck?

Thatworked?

All this time, I could’ve just asked and she would’ve called me? Fucking idiot.

I quickly press the green ‘accept’ button before she can back out of it.

“Honeycomb?”

Chill out, Z.

I shift against the pillows, rolling my shoulders back as I try to sound casual instead of as eager as I actually feel.

“Hey, Z. You sound very awake for someone who just played a three-and-a-half-hour football game.”

“Can't help it. You know how much I like hearing your voice.”

“Well, congratulations. Genuinely.” Her voice softens. “The crossing route in the fourth? That was insane. I screamed soloud when you threw that touchdown, I swear my entire dorm heard it.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s the dorm name?”

“Zach,” she says with warning.

I chuckle, my head falling back against the pillows. “Sorry. You know I always like how loud you get for me, Honeycomb. Just wanted to see if I could experience it again.”

A soft huff comes through the phone. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Is that a no you’re not going to tell me?”

“You already know the answer.”

She’s right. I do. Doesn’t mean I don’t want help to narrow down the list of potential colleges she could be at.

“Maybe, but I could sure as hell make you scream in more ways than one if I knew where you were.”

I hear the faint rustle of sheets on her side, and I can’t help myself. I start to imagine her in purple bedsheets, wearing my jersey and just a little thong underneath. Exactly what she used to wear when we were dating.

“You looked great out there,” she says.

“Did you see when I pushed through their defense line to get twenty yards in the third?”

“Yeah.” Her breath catches before her voice lowers. “You looked so powerful out there.”

I shift deeper into the pillows, my dick a little hard because just hearing her breathy tone always gets me. “You liked watching me, huh?”

“Shut up.” There’s another rustle of sheets. “Don’t get cocky.”

“Too late.”