Virgin Playbook: Phoebe's First: College Football Sports Romance by Crystal Chance Page A

even remotely feminine. Curiosity got to me, and I looked up. What I saw made me gasp.
    “O-oh my God! I’m so, so sorry! I thought this was the—” I couldn’t even finish my sentence. I was so embarrassed.
    “The girls’ room?” he asked. “It is. The guys’ bathroom was flooded, and I needed to shower after practice, so I came in here instead. No biggie. I’m sure we’ve all seen the opposite sex out of their clothing before . . . Hope I didn’t scare you.”
    He shuffled past me as I hurried toward a shower stall. His manhood was still hanging out for the world to see. I didn’t know what to say to him, so I kept my mouth shut.
    “Hey, aren’t you Ariana’s roommate? Phoebe, isn’t it?” he asked. “I’m Adam, her boyfriend. I think we’ve met a few times. You going to that party? I’m sure Ariana told you about it.”
    My face became even hotter. I knew I recognized him.
    “No, I don’t think so,” I replied.
    He wrapped his towel around his waist.
    “Damn, you look just like her roommate,” he said.
    “O-oh! I am,” I replied awkwardly. “I don’t think I’ll be going to be at that party, is what I meant. Not really my scene.”
    “Well, if you change your mind, come find us. We’ll be there all night–as long as the cops don’t turn up.”
    “Yeah, sure thing,” I mumbled, desperately wanting him to leave.
    He patted me on the shoulder and winked. “Have a good night, Phoebe.”
    Seeing Adam naked was not intentional, yet I couldn’t get the image out of my head. He was tall and strong, with rippling muscles and a handsome smile. He was exactly the kind of guy that I could never land. So of course, my roommate had no problem impressing him.
    When I got back to the dorm after my shower, I kept my head held low and hoped that Ariana would be gone already. When I unlocked the door, however, I found my wishes unfulfilled. Ariana sat on her bed with three of her friends, drinking a fifth of tequila. Alcohol was not allowed on campus, and I certainly didn’t want to get in trouble because of them.
    “What are you guys doing?” I asked, incredulously. “That’s against the rules.”
    “Oh, whatever,” Ariana scoffed. “I’m pre-gaming. Adam and I have another big date tonight, and I don’t want to screw it up.”
    I raised an eyebrow. “So you’re drinking?”
    “Tequila makes me more interesting.”
    “Yeah, and you can’t screw up what you have with Adam,” one of her friends added. “He’s in Phi Alpha Alpha. If you two stay together, you’ll be like the it couple.”
    “You’re right, Meredith. I can’t ruin this. I need another shot,” Ariana said. “I’ve never not dated football players, but this is the first time I’ve dated a star quarterback. I can’t wait for my parents to meet him.”
    “How long have you two been going out?” another of her friends asked in a thick Texas accent. “Did y’all know each other before you came to Northeastern?”
    She shook her head. “Nope. Just met, but I’m hoping we’ll seal the deal tonight.”
    I gulped. Apparently, I’d already seen more of Adam than she had. I had to keep it to myself, though. She couldn’t know I saw him in the showers.
    “Well, I’m sure you will,” one of her friends said. “He doesn’t exactly seem like he’ll be hard to get naked.”
    Ariana laughed.
    I cringed.
    “Not when I’m at the wheel, anyway.”

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    Lab Partners
    T he labs weren’t open until the second week of school. While I was just getting used to my standard evening routine—which involved lots of shrimp noodles and Spaceship USA reruns—I had to change it all over again. Instead of microwave dinners and sci-fi shows, from now on, I would be spending my evenings dissecting frogs.
    At least it’s better than being dragged to one of Ariana’s parties, I thought to myself.
    Surely, no one I knew would be taking an evening lab course. According to Ariana, anyone who was anyone wouldn’t take a class after