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from me.
    But shit. I want to know what makes her tick. What makes her laugh and where the hell she gets her smartass comments. I want to know what turns her on, whether it’s a kiss to her neck or a stroke of my thumb on the inside of her thigh, and I want to try every fucking trick in the book until she’s coming undone in my arms.
    I need to know it.
    I need to know how she likes to be kissed and how she likes to be teased. I need to know every damn thing about this girl until she’s completely naked in front of me. For all the times she’s tried pushing me away, all she’s done is pull me closer. She’s gone from an attraction, a one-night fling, to the obsessive addiction she tastes like.
    And the problem with her being an addiction is that she’s on my mind like one. I can’t throw a ball for shit. I can’t catch it, I can’t pass it, I can’t fucking run it—nothing.
    “Pull yourself the fuck together, Jackson! Preseason isn’t the time to turn into a mid-grade player!” Dante yells across the field.
    “Yeah, man. What the hell is wrong with you?” Jack glances at me.
    “Don’t ask.” I rub my hand down my face and grab the ball. “Can we finish this up?”
    “Last run-through,” Coach says into my ear. “Try not to mess this one up too, Corey.”
    “Got it,” I reply.
    I pass the ball and weave through our own defense team to catch it back. One throw to Jack and he flies into the end zone.
    “If only it were that easy in a game,” Jack sighs.
    “It’ll be impossible to win unless I figure my shit out,” I mutter to him, heading toward the shower. I have a day and a half to get Leah Veronica out of my system before I turn the Vipers into the laughing stock of the league.
    After showering and changing, I drop my bag in the back seat and tear out of the parking lot. I need a damn good run to get this frustration out of me. I turn toward the Hills, breaking the speed limit in my hurry.
    Parking, I rest my forehead against my steering wheel and take a few deep breaths. No girl has affected me this way for as long as I can remember. Maybe they never have. Maybe it’s just her.
    When I look up, she’s sitting on my doorstep, her eyes fixed on my car. I can see the tightness in her jaw from where I’m sitting, and I know the shit is about to hit the fan. Here comes my ass-kicking for last night.
    An ass-kicking right now is dangerous. Real fucking dangerous.
    “How did you know where I live?” I ask as I get out of the car.
    “This is Hollywood.” Leah stands, her hands on her hips. “You told me to be ready at four o’clock. It’s almost four o’clock.”
    “Touché.”
    She’s wearing running shorts and shoes, which tells me that she’s here to prove some dumb point. We might as well have this conversation on the go.
    “I’m going for a run. Are you coming?” I nod my head in the direction of the street and take off.
    “I’m already done, but evidently, I don’t have a choice.” Her steps hit the asphalt hard as she comes up next to me. “What was that yesterday?”
    “I don’t know what you mean.”
    “Don’t dick around, Corey. You know exactly what I mean.”
    “No, I don’t.”
    “You’re gonna make me spell it out? Really?”
    “Yep.”
    “You’re un-fucking-believable, you know that?”
    “I have been told that.”
    She mutters something under her breath and I glance at her. Her blond hair is pulled up and back from her face, exposing her neck. My eyes graze over it and down her body to her slim figure and the curve of her ass. And her thighs. Those gorgeous, toned thighs I had my hand on last night.
    “When you followed me home and kissed the living shit out of me. What was that about?”
    “I kissed the shit out of you, huh?” My lips quirk on one side.
    “Of course. Of course that would be the part of that you’d hear. Why wouldn’t it be?”
    “I wanted to kiss you. Is that a crime?”
    “No.”
    “Shit. It probably should be though. Do you