“Well, they’re not the same height. How tall was the guy?”

“He had to lean down to kiss me.”

“You’re 5’2”. That doesn’t narrow it down. How thick was he?”

“I don’t know exactly. I didn’t touch it. But I felt how hard it was against my stomach while he kissed me.”

“Wow. I wasn’t talking about his cock, but good to know. Whoever it was...he was clearly very into you.” She winked at me.

“Then what were you asking?”

“Axel has long lean muscles. And Jacob is built like a truck. So did it feel like he had lean muscles or thick ones?”

“I couldn’t tell. But his abs were really nice.” And they both had nice abs...

“How far did you go exactly?”

“It was just a kiss! But he wasn’t wearing a shirt. And he was definitely just in boxers. Like how Jacob was dressed.”

“You mean how the whole football team was dressed.”

My heart sunk. “Yeah.”

“Are there any other clues? Describe the kiss.”

“He...um...grabbed my hands and pressed the backs of them against the wall.”

“Hot. So he’s definitely possessive. Keep going.”

I didn’t know how else to describe the kiss. Perfect? It had felt perfect. Up until the guy had disappeared. “It felt like he’d been waiting to kiss me forever. It felt...right.”

“Well, you’re hot. Anyone could have been dying to kiss you for a long time. Anything else you can remember?”

“I said Jacob’s name afterward when he went to leave. But he just walked out the door.”

“You said Jacob’s name and he didn’t stop? Hm.”

“What does hm mean? Do you think it was him?”

“I don’t know.” She threw her hands up in the air. “Those clues were very confusing and contradicting. The only concrete evidence you have is nice abs and that the guy was in boxers. It legit could have been anyone on the football team. Or some drifter who took off his clothes, trying to fit into the party.”

“Sophie!”

“Most likely someone on the football team.”

I groaned and looked up at the ceiling.

O’Reilly started to announce the next match. “Axel Stevens in black boxers and Eli Jones in white boxers!”

I turned to look at Axel pulling on his boxing gloves. I stared at his abs. Were those the ones I’d just touched? Axel wasn’t looking at me. If he’d just kissed me...wouldn’t he be looking? To see my reaction? But Axel was just focused on the match. He tapped Eli’s gloves and the bell dinged, signaling the start of the match. O’Reilly jumped off the side of the ring to get out of the way.

“What if it was O’Reilly?” I whispered. “Or...Pavel the exploder?”

“Lucky girl.”

“I’m going to cry.”