Page 82 of The Playbook

“Want to go for a swim?” Ryan asked, nodding to the water.

I watched as Grace lay back in her one-piece, black swimsuit. She caught me looking and reached for me. I immediately moved down to her on my hands and knees. She tugged me in for a kiss.

“Tonight,” she whispered in my ear when I started kissing her neck.

“Us?” I asked softly, pulling back to look down at her.

She bit her bottom lip and nodded.

“Are you sure? You didn’t want to move fast—”

“I’m sure.” She pressed a finger to my lips to silence me.

Now I’d really have a hard time in my swim trunks.

“Man, you coming in?” Ryan called out, getting to his feet.

I nodded wordlessly and rose to my feet, knowing my cock was bulging against my trunks. Luckily, Lana had her nose buried in her phone, and Ryan was already rushing to the water.

This was shaping up to be the best weekend of my life.

CHAPTER39

Grace

Ithought I’d need more time to be ready. But something changed. Yeah, it was overnight, but it just felt right. Fighting that feeling didn’t seem like something I should do considering how much my feelings were growing for Logan. He made me deliriously happy. It took me a long time to think things over but only seconds to decide that he was the one I wanted to be my first.

I smoothed down my hair and blew out a breath as I stared at myself later that evening in my bedroom mirror. After our trip to the beach, I’d come home to shower and prepare myself for what I was about to do. Logan’s parents were still gone, so his place would be perfect. My dad had gone golfing with some friends, so at least I didn’t need to dart around, trying to get out of the house. Even though I was eighteen, old habits died hard for my dad it seemed.

Deciding I hated the jeans and sweater I was wearing, I peeled them off and went back to my closet, rummaging around until I unearthed a baby blue sundress. Quickly, I put it on and went back to my mirror to take a look.

It was perfect.

Maybe too perfect, but I’d told Logan I’d be there by six, so I accepted my appearance, grabbed my overnight bag, and went downstairs.

“Where are you off to looking so pretty?” Mom asked as she peered up at me from her spot at the kitchen table where she was sipping tea and looking at a catalog of garden seeds.

“Um.” I licked my lips. I placed my bag on the chair and sat down beside her. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course, hon. You can tell me anything,” she said, closing her catalog and giving me a smile.

“Remember that guy that came over to study with me? Logan?”

Her eyes twinkled. “Yes.”

“We’ve been seeing each other,” I blurted the truth in a rush, holding my breath as I waited for her reaction.

A wide grin swept over her face. “That’s great. He’s a looker.”

I smiled at that. “He is. He’s really sweet too. I thought he was an ass when I first started talking to him, but I was wrong about him. I-I really like him.”

She reached out and gave my hand a squeeze. “I knew he was the one when he walked through that door. The way he looked at you. Ah, to be young again and falling in love.” She sighed and looked as if she was recalling a memory. “Are you staying with him tonight?”

I nodded, wondering if she’d try to stop me. Mom wasn’t exactly like Dad. She was always encouraging, but hell, who knew.

“Be careful. Make sure it’s what you want.”

“It is,” I said strongly.

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