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“Scream,” he says, teeth on my earlobe.

The orgasm rips out of me, and I do scream into his shoulder, the noise getting carried away by the cheering. He pulls his hand out of my pants, straightens my jacket for me, and waits.

The crowd settles.

My heart seems to be bursting out of my chest, and then it goes quiet, too.

And shame trickles in. Burning embarrassment follows it.

Holy shit, I just had an orgasm on the bleachers at a fucking football game. Surrounded by students. The last time he fingered me in public, someone captured it on video and sent it out toeveryone.

And our best friends are right in front of us.

As if on cue, Riley asks, “Is she okay?”

“Fine,” Caleb says, shifting me closer to him. “Just overwhelmed.”

“Margo?”

“Yep,” I say into his chest. “Peachy.”

“Peachy,” she echoes. “Um, okay.”

Caleb’s chuckle rumbles in his chest. He doesn’t force me to come out of hiding until my face has stopped flaming. I grapple with my anger, letting my hair fall in front of my face.

When I pick up my head, Caleb turns his attention away from the game and toward me. “A state championship we’ll never forget.”

I stare at him, shocked. A laugh bubbles out of me, and I clamp my hand over my mouth. It doesn’t stop the giggles. I thoughtIwas the insane one—turns out, we both are.

Chapter 38

Caleb

We won. We’re on the field with the football team and their fans, jumping and cheering.

Well, notallof us are cheering.

Eli and I spot Theo a moment before Liam does.

The girls are with us, Margo’s hand firmly holding mine, but I drop it to lunge toward my friend. I grab his arm and take a split second to marvel at the rage he must be feeling, because he throws me off without a thought.

He goes toward the Lion’s Head girl.

Eli jumps in front of him, holding up his hands. “Yo, man, normally I wouldn’t get between you and your business, but literally the entire school is here, and you’re going to just start a?—”

Theo growls, shoving Eli to the side.Great.

I haul Eli up, and we chase after Theo. I look ahead and see the reason he’s pissed.

One of the Lion’s Head football players has his hand on her hip. They’re standing too close.

Liam runs past us, but even he isn’t quick enough to stop Theo’s charge.

Theo’s fist slams into the Lion’s Head football player’s jaw, knocking him to the ground. He’s on top of him in an instant, his elbows snapping back. He delivers blow after blow to the poor sucker’s face.

“Fucking hell, Theo!” I yell.

People are noticing.

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