Chapter 22 The Texts
The Texts
Griffin: Tell me your favorite color.
Jacob: LOL that’s not random at all.
Griffin: It’s a completely normal thing to ask the person you’re talking to.
Jacob: Is that what we are doing?
Griffin: Jake…don’t ask silly questions.
Griffin: Let’s start over.
Griffin: What’s your favorite color?
Jacob: You’re something else.
Jacob: Blue. You?
Griffin: Pink Lady Red.
Jacob: Wtf is that?
Griffin: Image of a Pink Lady Apple.
Jacob: I submitted our assignment.
Griffin: Good, were you happy with the way it turned out?
Jacob: Yep. I think we did a good job.
Griffin: We work well together ;)
Jacob: I won’t deny that.
Griffin: When do I get to see you?
Jacob: In like thirty minutes. At practice. ;)
Griffin: Rude.
Griffin: I want to see you. Just me and you.
Jacob: Soon.
Griffin: You look so fucking hot while you concentrate.
Jacob: Stop flirting with me. You’re gonna make me hard in the fucking training center.
Griffin: I cant help it.
Griffin: Look at your arms flex while you massage his calf.
Griffin: I’m tempted to tell him to fuck off so I can feel your hands on me.
Jacob: OMG stop!
Griffin: You don’t want to put your hands on me?
Jacob: Fuck, Griff. I always want my hands on you.
Griffin: I have a super important question for you.
Griffin: Seriously, this is like make or break for us.
Jacob: Umm….okay, shoot.
Griffin: Do you like mint chocolate chip ice cream?
Jacob: Are you fucking serious?
Jacob: You had me panicking over fucking ice cream.
Griffin: This is serious Jacob.
Jacob: Oh. My. God. No, I don’t. It’s fucking toothpaste with chunks of chocolate.
Griffin: Phew, okay, you passed.
Jacob: You’re an idiot.
Jacob: An adorable fucking idiot.
Griffin: Stop, you’ll make me blush.
Griffin: Let me come over?
Jacob: Hughie is home.
Griffin: We could just tell him we are studying.
Jacob: Is that what you plan on us doing?
Griffin: I can think of some things I want to study.
Griffin: Your lips.
Griffin: Your abs.
Griffin: Your inner thighs.
Jacob: STOP
Jacob: Jesus Christ, you can’t make me hard while I’m sitting on the couch with Hughie!!
Griffin: Sooooo yes?
Jacob: NO!
Jacob: Seriously, we are not quiet enough to get away with that.
Griffin: Fuuuuuuck. I know you’re right but damnit.
Jacob: I could come over there?
Griffin: The guys are here.
Jacob: :( Soon?
Griffin: Really fucking soon.
Jacob: Sitting next to you in class should be considered torture.
Griffin: And why is that?
Jacob: You smell so fucking good.
Griffin: Mmmm, did you wanna lean over and taste me too?
Jacob: So badly.
Griffin: Fuck, Jake.
Griffin: I was thinking that we should go on a date.
Jacob: A date?
Griffin: Yes. A date.
Jacob: Um…where?
Griffin: The movies or dinner or hiking or whatever you want.
Jacob: People would see us.
Griffin: And?
Jacob: I work with the team. I cant date a player, Griff.
Griffin: Okay but we can hang out. No one needs to know it’s a date.
Jacob: I mean…I guess.
Griffin: Don’t sound too excited.
Jacob : I am excited!
Jacob: When are we doing this?
Griffin: I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning. At eight.