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“I don’t hate it, that’s for sure.”

My stomach fluttered at the assurance in his tone. “I know a resolution for you.”

He arched a brow. “You’re making my resolutions for me now?”

I dislodged myself from his arm and climbed into his lap, straddling him so I could look him in the eyes. “I think you need to spend all your free time making me happy.”

His head fell back as a laugh tumbled out of him. “Oh, that’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“And how am I gonna do that?”

I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to his. The aftertaste of hot cocoa and the sound of the countdown on the television welcomed us into the new year as we spent the remainder of the night in each other’s arms.

If that was an indication of what the new year would be like, the future looked increasingly bright for both of us.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

January

Sabrina

From my spot in the passenger seat, I glanced over at Crosby driving with one hand resting on the top of my steering wheel, so comfortable driving my car. His tattoos shone so vibrant in the bright Saturday morning sun.

“I can’t wait to see you play.”

His eyes cut to mine before jumping between the deserted stretch of Louisiana road and me. “You’ve already seen me play.”

“That doesn’t really count.”

“Why not?”

“I wasn’t there for you,” I explained. “Or at least I was only there to piss you off.”

He threw back his head and howled with laughter. “Seriously?”

“Maybe.”

He shook his head in disbelief. “When I saw you there, I just couldn’t understand what you’d see in Jeremy.”

“I gave him a shot.” I shrugged. “He turned out to be a jerk.”

“I think he only asked you out to get to me.”

“Hence the jerk.”

“You knew?”

“His grilling at dinner about my meeting with the dean tipped me off,” I explained.

“He wanted to know if you ratted them out?”

I nodded. “And him sending me to your room proved it was all about you.”

Crosby shook his head. “He’s such a douche.”

I glanced out the window at the passing signs. “You weren’t much better. Just saying.”

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