Page 47 of Halftime

Faith flopped back on her bed. “Oh my God. He totally did get us together.”

I looked at Faith. I could read between the lines, but I was desperate to get a clear answer from her. “Did he? Are we together?”

Her eyes were round. “Do you want to be?”

I was committing here. If she didn’t feel the same… “Absolutely. You?”

“I think so.”

And there was the punch to the gut. But think so was miles better than where we’d been last year or at the beginning of the school year.

“You think so? How do I convince you?”

Faith pushed herself back so that she was stretched out on her bed. She traced her lip with her tongue. “Kissing would be a good start.”

I stood up from the chair and walked the two steps to her bed. I put a knee on it and leaned down, one hand resting beside her. I looked at her face, searched her eyes.

“Are you sure, Faith? No joking, for real.” I needed to know she was all in. Last year, losing her had been devastating, but at least I hadn’t had to watch her on campus, see her avoid me, see her rebound with someone else. The thought of having to do that caused a physical pain.

She looked up at me with a serious expression. She knew my flaws, the issues I had thanks to my family. Sheknewme. Me, Seb, ordinary guy, not Hunter, the defenseman for the hockey team.

She reached up a hand, cupped it over my cheek. “Absolutely.”

I closed my eyes and leaned into her hand. I wanted to kiss her. To ignite that fire that kissing her always ignited in me. In us. But she’d agreed we were back together. I didn’t know how she imagined we’d do that. It’s not like I thought she’d want to have a chaste, celibate relationship, but I didn’t want to push. We’d been friends, gotten back to that, and then sex had made her run.

I’d suffer blue balls as long as necessary to make sure we got it right this time.

I opened my eyes and drew back enough to lie down beside her. I braced my head on my hand so I could watch her expression, read her body language.

“How do you want to do this?”

Her brows met in a frown. “What do you mean?”

“Do you want to pull back a bit, keep it to kissing, or what?”

Her eyes went wide, and she pushed herself up. She swung a leg over me, so she was sitting on me, shoving me flat onto my back. “I’m not pulling back anything. We’ve got some lost time to make up for.”

My dick twitched, liking the sound of that. And then Faith leaned down, her hands on my chest, and kissed me.

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Faith

Okay, it was kind of sweet that Seb was willing to take it slow if I wanted to. But I’d finally made my decision. I wasn’t wasting any more time. I bent down to kiss him, enjoying the moan he made when our lips made contact. In this position, I could feel he was getting hard beneath me, so his body was fully on board.

It gave me confidence.

I nipped his lip, teasing his mouth open while my hands reached down to his waist and slipped up under his sweater. I felt him shiver as I traced my fingers up his ribs, brushing over his pecs, teasing his nipples, and dragging his clothing up with my hands.

When I’d managed to push the sweater up to his arms, he used his hands on my waist to push me back up. Then he sat up, those abs he worked on for hockey lifting him effortlessly, letting me pull his clothing up over his head.

I was ready to reward his hard work with my hands and my mouth.

I tried to flatten my hands over his chest, but he was on board now and taking an active role. He tugged on my top, and as I raised my arms, he whipped it over my head. He dropped back on the bed, gaze hot on my chest. I was burning up, scorched by his gaze. I reached back, undid my bra, and pulled it off to drop it on the floor. His hands gently stroked my body, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the soft touch.

“Gorgeous.” He breathed the words, and I felt gorgeous. He’d always made me feel more attractive than I knew myself to be. He tugged me down again, bringing my breasts to his mouth, where he gently kissed the peaks.

I could feel that touch raising goosebumps over my skin that travelled over my body and pooled heat between my legs. I was ready to move on from sweet and gentle. I ran my hands into his hair, tugging, my hips grinding down on the erection I could feel under me. I was on fire, desperate for more contact, more everything.

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