it’s up to you guys when you want to head down there.”
I smile. “I’ll text Collin in the morning. Don’t worry about us.”
Without responding, he looks in my eyes for a few more seconds before leaning down and softly kissing my lips. It’s not as intense as our first, but sends an overwhelming warmth of emotion throughout my body, making me go limp in his hands.
“Goodnight, Leah,” Matt whispers against my lips.
“Goodnight,” I whisper back, still unable to open my eyes.
Even though I can’t see it, I can feel the grin I know is plastered across his face. Giving me one more kiss on the forehead, he drops his hands from my hips and I open my eyes to watch him walk away.
Letting out the breath I’ve apparently been holding, I bite my lower lip to try and control my excitement. Once he gets back to the car, he turns slightly and gives me the smile that makes my heart flutter and my body go weak. Even if this has all been a dream, it’s been the best damn dream of my life and one that I will never forget.
Waking up to the now familiar chime on my phone–and a god-awful pounding in my head–I check the screen to see who has texted me and smile.
Even though my stomach feels about ready to hurl from all the alcohol sitting in my gut, the butterflies are on high alert as I read his message over and over again.
After responding, I get a little shock of nervous anxiety. Today is one of the most important days for a Cortland football player, and even though Matt seemed unaffected by the upcoming game last night, I know he has to be nervous today.
Although I’m still sitting on that cloud of happiness from last night, I’m instantly freaked about the thought of sitting in the family section. Am I going to be meeting his family today? Do they go to all his games? I’m sure this wouldn’t be one they’d miss.
Holy shit, I’m going to meet his family today!
Throwing my pillow over my head to not only shade out the light that’s making my head ache even more, but to hide myself from the world and reality that I’m meeting Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs in just a couple hours, too.
Ahhhhhhhh…
“What’s got your panties in a bunch?” I hear Kayla ask from her side of the room.
“Nothing. I’ve just got a headache,” I answer in a grumpy tone, the pillow still over my head.
I know that if I get into the whole Matt and me situation with her, and then add the meeting his parents today on top of that, I’ll get that ridiculously high pitched squeal she always does when she’s excited. But what I know will come next and sure to make me scratch my eyes out of their sockets, is the makeover she’ll insist on doing. This in return will equal me looking like a ninety-nine cent hooker. Although I’ve yet to let her come anywhere close to trying it, I’ve seen it happen to another poor soul that was stupid enough to give into her. So keeping Kayla in the dark about Matt for as long as possible is the plan I’m going with to save my eardrums, and my pride.
“Are you hungover, Leah Bennett?” She asks like she struck gold. I can only imagine how far out of her head her eyes are bulging.
“I may have had a few beers last night,” I admit.
“Holy shit-balls! Has hell frozen over?” she asks, still shocked.
Actually yes. Hell has frozen over, but not for the reason you’re thinking.
She starts with the twenty-one questions. “Where did you go? Who did you go out with?”
Fearing my head will explode, I throw my pillow at her, grab my bathrobe and shower caddy, and start for the door.
“Seriously? I’ve been trying to get you out since we got here and you finally go out and get drunk, and I don’t even get details?”
“Nope,” I dryly respond, opening the door to go take a shower.
“Ugh. Not fair, Leah!” she shouts out after me.
Stepping in front of one of the mirrors, I almost gasp at the person looking back at me.
I look like shit!
My face is as pale as a ghost and the circles
I smile. “I’ll text Collin in the morning. Don’t worry about us.”
Without responding, he looks in my eyes for a few more seconds before leaning down and softly kissing my lips. It’s not as intense as our first, but sends an overwhelming warmth of emotion throughout my body, making me go limp in his hands.
“Goodnight, Leah,” Matt whispers against my lips.
“Goodnight,” I whisper back, still unable to open my eyes.
Even though I can’t see it, I can feel the grin I know is plastered across his face. Giving me one more kiss on the forehead, he drops his hands from my hips and I open my eyes to watch him walk away.
Letting out the breath I’ve apparently been holding, I bite my lower lip to try and control my excitement. Once he gets back to the car, he turns slightly and gives me the smile that makes my heart flutter and my body go weak. Even if this has all been a dream, it’s been the best damn dream of my life and one that I will never forget.
Waking up to the now familiar chime on my phone–and a god-awful pounding in my head–I check the screen to see who has texted me and smile.
Even though my stomach feels about ready to hurl from all the alcohol sitting in my gut, the butterflies are on high alert as I read his message over and over again.
After responding, I get a little shock of nervous anxiety. Today is one of the most important days for a Cortland football player, and even though Matt seemed unaffected by the upcoming game last night, I know he has to be nervous today.
Although I’m still sitting on that cloud of happiness from last night, I’m instantly freaked about the thought of sitting in the family section. Am I going to be meeting his family today? Do they go to all his games? I’m sure this wouldn’t be one they’d miss.
Holy shit, I’m going to meet his family today!
Throwing my pillow over my head to not only shade out the light that’s making my head ache even more, but to hide myself from the world and reality that I’m meeting Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs in just a couple hours, too.
Ahhhhhhhh…
“What’s got your panties in a bunch?” I hear Kayla ask from her side of the room.
“Nothing. I’ve just got a headache,” I answer in a grumpy tone, the pillow still over my head.
I know that if I get into the whole Matt and me situation with her, and then add the meeting his parents today on top of that, I’ll get that ridiculously high pitched squeal she always does when she’s excited. But what I know will come next and sure to make me scratch my eyes out of their sockets, is the makeover she’ll insist on doing. This in return will equal me looking like a ninety-nine cent hooker. Although I’ve yet to let her come anywhere close to trying it, I’ve seen it happen to another poor soul that was stupid enough to give into her. So keeping Kayla in the dark about Matt for as long as possible is the plan I’m going with to save my eardrums, and my pride.
“Are you hungover, Leah Bennett?” She asks like she struck gold. I can only imagine how far out of her head her eyes are bulging.
“I may have had a few beers last night,” I admit.
“Holy shit-balls! Has hell frozen over?” she asks, still shocked.
Actually yes. Hell has frozen over, but not for the reason you’re thinking.
She starts with the twenty-one questions. “Where did you go? Who did you go out with?”
Fearing my head will explode, I throw my pillow at her, grab my bathrobe and shower caddy, and start for the door.
“Seriously? I’ve been trying to get you out since we got here and you finally go out and get drunk, and I don’t even get details?”
“Nope,” I dryly respond, opening the door to go take a shower.
“Ugh. Not fair, Leah!” she shouts out after me.
Stepping in front of one of the mirrors, I almost gasp at the person looking back at me.
I look like shit!
My face is as pale as a ghost and the circles
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