“Of course not,” he agrees quickly, positively beaming.
“No more kissing,” I say, holding up a finger.
“Of course not,” he says.
“Cross your heart?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.
“And hope to die for another kiss,” he says solemnly.
I snort a laugh, and he chuckles softly, but his eyes are serious, and fresh heat rolls through me.
This arrangement is like playing with fire, and yet… I’m not sure I’ll mind getting burned.
CHAPTER 12
I’m going to be watching you on the sidelines today
Why does that sound like a threat? Shouldn’t you be worried about catching balls?
It’s not a threat, it’s a promise
I need to see if our lesson is paying off, and if not…
If not, what?
Then I will continue giving you sexy lessons until they won’t even let you on the field anymore because you’re so sexy
shut up lol
Are you ready for the game?
Hell yeah
Are you ready for brunch tomorrow?
I’m always ready to see you
I think my eyes rolled so hard they fell out of my head
I meant with your parents- do we have a cover story?
Just let me take the lead
Will they know I’m a cheerleader? I don’t think they should know
I’ll tell them you’re an artist… by the way, I have a project for you
An art project?
A sexy project
…
no
You don’t even know what it is
I have a bad feeling about it