Free Love Unmatched by Anne Leigh Page B

me if I wanted to watch football with him. It looked like he had been wanting some company, so I had said, 'Sure, why not?' He explained to me the mechanics of the game. I had been busy eating my popcorn, trying to learn about sacks, fumbles, and field goals, when the camera spanned to Aaron Miller's face.
     
    I had literally blocked out what my dad was saying and stared at the screen.
     
    He had been wearing a helmet at that time, but his gorgeous profile shone through. He reminded me of a Roman Sun God - facial features all chiseled to perfection, and he had those deep, penetrating green eyes. We were learning about Ancient Religions in A.P. History at that time, so that was where the comparison came in. I stayed up way past my scheduled bedtime that night, hoping to catch his interview after the game.
     
    He was even more glorious out of his football gear. His hair had been perfectly groomed, none of that sticky, sweaty look that the other athletes had, and he had dimples. That night, Aaron Miller had become the centerfold of my teenage dreams.
     
    "He said he wanted to meet with us after the game. Is that okay with you?" Zander asked. "I just don't want you to be too tired."
     
    Minutes ago I overheard him speaking to Aaron Miller. The Minnesota Fox was playing against New York Liberty, and Aaron had been NYL’s franchise quarterback for more than six years.
     
    Zander and Aaron Miller were high school buddies. As a matter of fact, Aaron has played a significant role in our love story. If it wasn't for Kieran blurting out my undying crush for Aaron that night a year ago, we would never had known if Zander would have brought me home, and that was when he gave me all those hiccup cures. My heart fluttered at the memory.
     
    "Umm, yes, it's okay," I managed to say in a calm voice. I continued folding my clothes on the bed, not meeting Zander's eyes. He looked comfortable, with his head propped against the headboard.
     
    Meeting Aaron Miller? Gah, I wanted to scream in excitement. Zander was looking at me curiously; he knew about my unhealthy obsession for Aaron.
     
    He gently called out and asked me to sit on his lap and I complied. Zander's lap was one of my favorite places in the world. It was where I could freely explore his rippled chest and back while gazing into his sexy eyes.
     
    He had a game in a few hours though. "Hmm," he hummed as he tucked a loose strand of hair into my ear. "You don't sound so excited. I thought that you'd show more of a reaction. Aaron’s face was only your screensaver throughout your senior year, according to Kieran. And, if I'm quoting you correctly, you said that he had the 'backside of a God and the face of hotness.'"
     
    "I am excited!" I was jumping for joy inside my chest. "I'm just not a teenager anymore." I so was !
     
    Zander smiled, his blue-green gaze all-knowing. "Come on, babe. Tell me how you really feel about meeting Aaron."
     
    I took a deep breath, and against his chest I gushed, "Omigosh Zander! I don't even know what to wear!"
     
    He shifted me on his lap and looked at me, his jaw muscle ticking slightly. "I feel like I should be jealous. I mean, you're squealing about my buddy, and he's not a bad-looking dude."
     
    I weaved my hands through his hair and kneaded his scalp, and his eyes slowly fluttering closed.
     
    "Ah, that feels good," he moaned contentedly. "You sure know how to make me feel relaxed."
     
    I continued massaging his scalp. "How are you feeling for tonight's game?"
     
    His eyes were still closed as he answered, "I feel good. We're ready. New York pulls out a lot of blitzes, but I think we got it down."
     
    I rocked my hips against his and his eyes slowly opened. "Babe, if I didn’t have a game tonight, you would be getting what you're working towards right now."
     
    Zander didn’t have a lot of rules. Well, not like me. But the one rule that he followed religiously was no sex before a game. He said that he needed all that tension