excerpt from Touchdown
by Sonia Birdy
“You don’t have to go to class or practice? A guy like you must be busy, right?”
“A guy like me?” he asks, laughing. “What’s a guy like me?”
A terribly sexy, terribly talented, and terribly nice guy, to whom I again want to do terribly dirty things.
“Well, an athlete. You have to train… what… three times a day?”
“Two,” he corrects. “Is that your polite way of asking me to go away?” he asks, amused.
I’m blushing. And I’m really not one to blush, but since Jude, that’s all I do.
“No, not at all, I’m just trying to make conversation.”
And now I’m on the defensive. I feel like I’m the horny teenager who can’t corral their dirty thoughts in math class.
Stop thinking about his cock, Rocky!
“So, you want me to stay and tell myself that you can’t stop thinking about me, right?”
“Pfff, come on! Sorry to disappoint your overinflated ego, but I had better things to do than think about you. I am a very busy girl.”
And the Best Actress Oscar goes to… drum roll… Rocky Prescott!
“I saw that. Anyway, I missed you a lot. I couldn’t get you out of my head. I don’t know if anybody ever told you this, Rocky, but you’re a great fuck. And shit, I’d be crazy not to want to do that again.”
His honesty takes me completely by surprise. I thought we were going to play a little game of seduction but obviously, that’s not Hartnett style. The style of Hartnett seems to be “I unpack everything on the porch and take what you want.”
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