“Okay.”
After going over one of Jase’s other assignments, they left the lab, Jase first, and a couple of hours later Steve, both with grins on their faces and buoyancy in their steps.
The week passed with them seeing each other every night, their kisses turning into sex smoothly, swiftly almost like the tide rolling in before a storm.
On Saturday the team won again, this time by a closer margin, but still miles away from a real contest. Jase as promised snuck away from the team bus as did the rest of the seniors, and he drove Steve to another frat house with what looked to Steve like the same team members, giddy girls, and Gordy in the living room.
The team huddled again in the kitchen and rehashed the game while the rest of the party took place in the living room.
“What’d you think of the game tonight?” Gordy asked.
Steve shrugged. He liked football, well, all sports actually, but he wasn’t a rabid fan.