But then what? I couldn’t put her in a rideshare in this condition. Escorting her to her place on campus at this time of night wasn’t viable either, especially after crushing Callingwood in tonight’s game. There would be angry, drunken Bulldogs fans prowling campus, and I needed my limbs in working condition.

“Come on where?”

“You asked me to go home with you. So that’s what we’re doing. We’re going to my place.”

Bailey frowned. “Oh. Right.” She fell quiet for a moment. “Then can we have sex?”

“I prefer my companions sober enough to actually remember our encounter the next day,” I said dryly.

“I’m fine, I just…” She stopped and clutched my arm. She threw up again, but this time, she didn’t turn away fast enough. She missed the bushes, splattering my shoes a little in the process. One of the shots must have been blue. Lovely.

“Yeah,” I said. “It’s a no.”

“I can rally.”

“Look.” I spun her around to face me.

She peered back up at me innocently, her lips in a small pout. Somehow, she was still super hot.

“There is no scenario where that is happening tonight.”

Another night would be a different story. I wasn’t sure what it said about me, but even after seeing her vomit a night’s worth of drinks curbside, I would totally hit it. From on top, from behind, you name it.

“But you sleep with anyone with a pair of boobs.”

“Well, that’s not entirely—”

Her pout deepened. “Am I not pretty enough for you? You seemed to think so earlier.”

“You’re very pretty,” I said, fighting a smile. “And I didn’t say never. I said not tonight. Not while you’re in this condition. When we hook up—if we hook up—you’ll want to remember it.”

“Hmm. You are really hot.” Bailey sighed dreamily and ran her hands up and down my torso, probing the muscles beneath my shirt.

My cock perked up in response. But sadly, his services wouldn’t be needed this evening.

“It’s a shame you’re such a jerk.” She lost her balance and teetered to the side.

I caught her around the waist to stop her from falling off the curb as a car whizzed past. “It’s a shame you’re so rude.”

“More like honest.”

“Do you always lack a filter, or is this the booze talking?”

She tilted her head back and laughed. “I have no idea.” After a moment, her expression turned serious, inquisitive. With limpid eyes fixed on mine, probing, she asked, “Are you as good as everyone says?”

I shrugged. “You’ve seen me play.”

“That’s not what I mean.” She dropped her voice to a stage whisper. “I meant in bed.”

She sure knew how to stroke a guy’s ego. Too bad it was the only thing getting stroked tonight.