Page 75 of The Playbook

“Grace!” I shouted as she walked across the parking lot alone, her head down.

She glanced up at me and smiled. My heart danced harder in my chest.God, I loved seeing her smile for me.I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of it.

“Gracie,” I said, reaching her and wrapping her in my arms so I could spin her.

She let out a laugh and clung to me.

“You trying to escape me?” I placed her on her feet and brushed a lock of her dark hair out of her eyes.

“I figured you were going to the party tonight,” she said, smiling up at me.

“And miss hanging out with my favorite girl?” I scoffed. “Like that would ever happen.”

She chuckled. “You can go if you want. I was going to head home and read the new book my mom said was delivered today.”

I lifted my brows at her. “You’d rather read than make out with me?”

Her cheeks reddened, and that was all it took for me to close the distance between us and press my mouth against hers. She fell into the kiss, her tongue gliding along mine in a dance we’d both become familiar with.

“Someone could see us,” she said softly, breaking away from me.

“Let them,” I murmured, coming back for seconds.

I tugged her closer, my hands tight on her waist like I was afraid to lose her. And maybe I was. She consumed every thought I had. No one had ever done that to me before.

“Logan,” she said breathlessly, easing away again, her gaze darting around to the dark parking lot.

“Come with me,” I said, squeezing her hips. “No books. Just you, me, and a whole lot of fun.”

“And making out?” she asked, raising a brow at me.

“Without a doubt,” I said, hesitating for a moment before I said what else was on my mind. “Maybe more.”

“More?” She frowned.

“Come on. I want to spend tonight with you. Do you need to go home?”

She licked her lips, sending a zing of desire straight to my dick.

“I told my dad I’d ride home with him. He should be out here any minute.”

“So tell him you’re going with me.”

“Logan—”

“Gracie, please. Come on. How long are you going to keep us a secret? I want everyone to know you’re my girl. I want you in my jersey. It killed me today to not see you supporting me by wearing it. Please? Just come with me. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

“Will you feed me?”

I laughed. “Yes. I’ll feed you. Anything you want. If I can’t make it, I’ll order it.”

She cocked her head at me for a moment before finally nodding. “Fine.”

She pulled her phone out and shot off a text to her dad telling him she was going to hang out with friends instead and wouldn’t be home. Her phone rang a moment later, his name on the screen.

“Hey,” she said, answering it and shooting me a warning look.

I mimicked zipping my lips and tossing away the key.

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