Page 53 of Play It Sinful

“Hurray!” Sean releases me and sprints ahead only to almost collide with the machine.

“Oh my God. Don’t break it.” I hobble after him.

He starts to pat his jeans. “Shit. I didn’t bring my student card. Do you have yours?”

“Are you serious?”

“Wait.” He sticks his hand in one of his front pockets and fishes the card out. “Got it. Phew. We’re saved. What do you want?”

I stand next to him and check out the options. “Oh, get some Cheetos, and Butterfingers.”

“I’m getting all the Cheetos.” He sticks his tongue out and bites on it like a little kid as he pushes the buttons.

“Oh, get the Pringles too, and KitKats.”

“You got it, babe.”

It takes a while to buy all the snacks we want, and our arms are full on the way back. We also got water and sodas. Sean pushes the door closed with his foot, and then we dump our loot on his bed.

“Man, we scored.” I sit next to our mountain of snacks and open a bag of Cheetos and stuff two pieces into my mouth at once.

“They must have restocked the machine recently.” Sean joins me on his bed and attacks the candy first. He finishes three candy bars by the time I finish my bag of Cheetos.

“Hey! I want some chocolate too.”

“Oh yeah. I’ll get you some chocolate.” He reaches for the back of my head and slants his mouth over mine.

I can taste the chocolate on his tongue, but the kiss is more spicy than sweet. It almost makes me forget the food. Sean pulls back, smiling like a fiend. “How’s that?”

“Hmm… pretty good.”

He quirks a brow. “Only pretty good? I’m hurt.”

I shove him back. “Shut up and give me one of the Butterfingers you’re trying to hide.”

“I wasn’t, and I resent the accusation.”

“Whatever.” I grab the candy bar. “You always had a sweet tooth.”

“You remember that?”

I give him a droll look. “Duh. It’s hard to forget when you’d eat all the freaking ice cream. My mother had to buy a second gallon and hide it from you.”

He laughs. “Ah yeah. Then I found the second gallon at the back of the freezer and finished that one too.”

“I know! Kenzie and I were pissed. I bet you ate the whole thing on purpose.”

“I did. But if it makes you feel any better, I got terribly sick and spent the whole night puking.”

I smirk. “It serves you right.”

He shakes his head. “God, I was such an idiot.”

“I hope you’re over that phase for good.”

He stares at me for a couple of beats, and even though his eyes are hazy, I feel the intensity of his stare deep in my bones. “I am over that. I promise.”

The butterflies in my stomach come to life again.

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