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him, and my stomach feels like it’s in an amusement park, but I’m not scared to be with this guy who is supposedly my “enemy.” And even though it has the potential to get messy, I kind of want to forget about it, because of all the things going on in my life right now, I think I could use something for me.
So I lean up, grab the collar of his shirt, and pull him in for a kiss.
“I get it,” I say against his warm and shocked lips. “I think it would be better if nobody knew about us.” I pull back with a victorious grin. “Well, except for my best friend, ’cause I already told her.”
“So you’re okay with it?” He searches my eyes.
“Completely. It’ll be our little secret,” I say in the voice I use when I know I’m being super cliché.
His breath comes out in a rush of relief, and he shoves the pizza box farther down the hood so he can pull me right next to him.
“Then…” His thumb strokes the inside of my wrist, shooting goose bumps up my arm. “Are we… Or I mean, damn… how do I…?” He gives me this help-me look that is so adorable I’m sure that’s the look he uses to get his way.
“It’s okay,” I prod. “Go ahead and ask.”
“It sounds so lame,” he says, throwing his head back to the darkened sky. I laugh as another plane lands.
“Tyler…”
He sighs, but he’s finally smiling. “You want to be my girlfriend?”
I let him sweat for a little bit before leaning in again, hoping he’ll be the one to close the gap this time.
“Sure,” I answer inches from his lips. “I mean, until someone better comes along.”
He laughs, shaking his head, and I kind of adore how he embraces my sarcasm. His entire demeanor has changed, like flipping a light switch. The Tyler I played football with in the park comes back full force as he presses his mouth to mine. The stress and panic of the night flies away when his tongue prods my lips open and meets my own.
I silently promise him we’ll be careful. I just really hope we know what we’re getting into.
It’s getting cold. The frost crunches under my Nikes as Woods and I step on the field. I stayed out way too late last night, but I couldn’t stop kissing Sam. It wasn’t until I realized I may have given her scruff burn—which was around one in the morning—that we’d been out that long.
Woods looks like he had a late night, too. He’s missed his mouth about five times trying to drink his coffee.
“If it comes up,” he says around his cup, “I propose our last-minute meetings start at noon.”
I nod and punch my fists into my pockets. I should’ve brought a jacket.
Most of the team is already here. Daniels stands on the fifty-yard line and waits for Woods and me to get within hearing distance.
“Is this everyone?” he asks, and a collected grunt answers him. Most of the guys aren’t really paying attention, but Daniels goes on anyway. “All right, guess we can get to it.” He pulls his duffel around, digs in the pouch, and pulls out Jacoby’s jersey. “This shit… It stops now.”
The few guys not listening quiet down, and most of us cross our arms and wait for Daniels to tell us what we’re going to do about it.
“Coach wants us to fight back on the field, but I say to hell with that. They took out one of our starting tight-ends, and our starting wide receiver is still on probation.”
A few eyes shift my way, but I keep my gaze on our captain.
Daniels fists Jacoby’s jersey. “I don’t know what the hell happened to make them go after—”
“Hey!”
All of us swing around to the female voice that shot through the stadium. A dozen or so girls march to the group, each claiming their boyfriends’ hands when they get to us. Except one. Jacoby’s girl, Charly, walks right up to Daniels and pulls the jersey from his fingers.
“What are you guys doing here?” Daniels asks her in a low voice I’m pretty sure he meant to keep between them, but we’re all huddled so
So I lean up, grab the collar of his shirt, and pull him in for a kiss.
“I get it,” I say against his warm and shocked lips. “I think it would be better if nobody knew about us.” I pull back with a victorious grin. “Well, except for my best friend, ’cause I already told her.”
“So you’re okay with it?” He searches my eyes.
“Completely. It’ll be our little secret,” I say in the voice I use when I know I’m being super cliché.
His breath comes out in a rush of relief, and he shoves the pizza box farther down the hood so he can pull me right next to him.
“Then…” His thumb strokes the inside of my wrist, shooting goose bumps up my arm. “Are we… Or I mean, damn… how do I…?” He gives me this help-me look that is so adorable I’m sure that’s the look he uses to get his way.
“It’s okay,” I prod. “Go ahead and ask.”
“It sounds so lame,” he says, throwing his head back to the darkened sky. I laugh as another plane lands.
“Tyler…”
He sighs, but he’s finally smiling. “You want to be my girlfriend?”
I let him sweat for a little bit before leaning in again, hoping he’ll be the one to close the gap this time.
“Sure,” I answer inches from his lips. “I mean, until someone better comes along.”
He laughs, shaking his head, and I kind of adore how he embraces my sarcasm. His entire demeanor has changed, like flipping a light switch. The Tyler I played football with in the park comes back full force as he presses his mouth to mine. The stress and panic of the night flies away when his tongue prods my lips open and meets my own.
I silently promise him we’ll be careful. I just really hope we know what we’re getting into.
It’s getting cold. The frost crunches under my Nikes as Woods and I step on the field. I stayed out way too late last night, but I couldn’t stop kissing Sam. It wasn’t until I realized I may have given her scruff burn—which was around one in the morning—that we’d been out that long.
Woods looks like he had a late night, too. He’s missed his mouth about five times trying to drink his coffee.
“If it comes up,” he says around his cup, “I propose our last-minute meetings start at noon.”
I nod and punch my fists into my pockets. I should’ve brought a jacket.
Most of the team is already here. Daniels stands on the fifty-yard line and waits for Woods and me to get within hearing distance.
“Is this everyone?” he asks, and a collected grunt answers him. Most of the guys aren’t really paying attention, but Daniels goes on anyway. “All right, guess we can get to it.” He pulls his duffel around, digs in the pouch, and pulls out Jacoby’s jersey. “This shit… It stops now.”
The few guys not listening quiet down, and most of us cross our arms and wait for Daniels to tell us what we’re going to do about it.
“Coach wants us to fight back on the field, but I say to hell with that. They took out one of our starting tight-ends, and our starting wide receiver is still on probation.”
A few eyes shift my way, but I keep my gaze on our captain.
Daniels fists Jacoby’s jersey. “I don’t know what the hell happened to make them go after—”
“Hey!”
All of us swing around to the female voice that shot through the stadium. A dozen or so girls march to the group, each claiming their boyfriends’ hands when they get to us. Except one. Jacoby’s girl, Charly, walks right up to Daniels and pulls the jersey from his fingers.
“What are you guys doing here?” Daniels asks her in a low voice I’m pretty sure he meant to keep between them, but we’re all huddled so
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