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“I didn’t know it could be so consuming,” I mumbled against his chest.

“For me, it’s only ever been with you,” he replied.

I sat up to look at him. “What about you?”

The bulge in his pants was crazy noticeable, and I could feel it poking my butt.

“I want into your hot little pussy so bad, but for now, I’m happy with all of these.” He kissed my lips, making me open my mouth for him. “And I love doing this to you.”

He kept moving his fingers in my sex and then brought them out. I could see my wetness coating them, and when he brought them to his lips, I bit my lips to stop myself from moaning.

“I love your taste,” he said.

I blushed.

“Until I know I’m in here, Scar…” He brought his hand to my chest right where my heart was beating like crazy. “…I won’t go in you again.”

Twenty-Two

We wereon our way to the game, and every time I closed my eyes, I pictured Scarlett waving goodbye to me on Monday night. I’d spent all day with her, and it still didn’t feel like it was enough. The energy in the bus was a little tense, but I wasn’t worried if my head was in the game today.

“You good today?” Quincy said next to me as he pulled out his duffel.

I perked up when I saw the yellow box he took out of his bag. He was a small-town boy, and his small town loved him. Every week they sent him baked goods—the asshole got a PO box because everyone kept eating them. When he offered me one, I didn’t hesitate.

“I’m good. My head is cleared. We got this.” I gave him my fist so he could pound it. “Hey, do you like your agency? They gave me a card a few weeks back, but I wasn’t in the headspace to make good decisions.”

I needed to get my shit together.

“Yeah, they’re solid. I like Cal; he’s a’ight,” Quincy said. “Do you think of where you’ll end up after the draft?”

I threw my head back and groaned. I had just climbed one hurdle, and it felt like I was going toward another. I had until graduation to make Scarlett fall in love with me and follow me to wherever I ended up. Easy, right?

“You don’t like your choices, those states, or why the look?”

“I don’t know. So far, it looks like Washington, Texas, or maybe Colorado. You?”

“Cali, Philly, Texas,” he replied.

“I need to convince my girl she’s moving after college.”

Quincy looked at me like I was crazy. The guy was somewhat paranoid. I was sure he doubled wrapped his junk.

“You’re about to enter the big leagues. You can tap actresses, models, singers, and you want to come into all that with a ball and chain? You’re fucked-up.” Quincy looked at me with pity.

I shook my head at him, but didn’t answer, because he didn’t get it. For guys like us, all it took was one game for us to fall in love with the sport and want to put up with all the crazy shit that came with it. And it also took one special girl to change the game. So I let him think I was crazy, but in reality, my head was clearer than it had ever been.

“Now, let’s win this game, ’cause I got a girl watching back at home,” I told Quincy. He shook his head with a grin but gave me his fist.

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We were on a winning streak.My stats were at their best; I was top three in the country. Things with Scarlett were going more than okay. Except right now, I only got to see her on Mondays. It sucked, but it eased me, knowing she was somewhat mine. I was waiting outside her building, waiting for her to get out of class. When I saw her, my heart thumped, and I forced myself to walk and not run to her. She was talking to Isaac; he saw me, but she didn’t. I gave Isaac a nod, and he left us alone.

“Hi,” she whispered when she noticed me.

“I got you something, but you have to give me a kiss first,” I teased her.

She seemed to think about it, and it was one of the things I loved about her. She didn’t give in to me. Things were not easy even when they were.

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