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.

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