Page 35 of Chase Lovett Wants Me

We arrive at the coffee shop and Brody continues to his next class. I wait outside until Cammie arrives. She’s wearing a blackLord of the Ringshoodie and a pair of wide-leg jeans. She looks fucking adorable.

A beautiful smile lights up her face as she approaches. “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself.” When she’s close enough, I tug on the loose end of a backpack strap and pull her into me.

She tips her head up and I bend, but she leans away. “What are you doing?”

“Saying hi.”

“People are going to think we’re a thing.”

“Good. I want us to be a thing.” I stroke her cheek with a single finger. “Can I please kiss you?”

“Right now?” She glances around.

“Yeah. Right now.” She’s so cute. I can’t remember the last time a girl didn’t want to kiss me in front of everyone. It’s refreshing to be wanted for more than my athlete status.

“Okay?”

“You don’t sound very sure about that.”

Her tongue darts out. “You can kiss me.”

I dip down and brush my lips over hers. Little electric bursts of pleasure zing through my veins. I slide my fingers into her hair and tilt my head, my tongue stroking along the seam of her lips. They part on a soft gasp and she grips my shirt, tipping her head, letting me in. I sink into the kiss, into the feel of her lips on mine, relishing the softness and the sweet aftertaste of strawberry on her tongue.

“Get a room, Lovett!” one of my asshole teammates shouts as he passes by.

Cammie pushes on my chest and steps back, quickly pulling her hood up to hide her face.

I flip off my teammate, then wrap an arm around her shoulder and guide her into the coffee shop. I’m hit with the scent of slightly burnt cheese and coffee. And I’m suddenly starving. Which is a common occurrence.

We get in line and Cammie fidgets nervously.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Great. Awesome. Good.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely.” She gives me two thumbs-up.

A couple of girls and a guy stop to say hi. One of them wishes me good luck at the game tonight.

“How was your first class this morning?” I ask.

“Good. It was good. Except for the pop quiz. That wasn’tawesome, but I think I did okay. How about yours? Oh wait, you had practice, not class. How was practice?”

“It was also good. One of the guys put a poster of Scarlet Reed in Gage’s locker and his face turned bright red before I watched him secretly fold it up to save for later.”

Two more people interrupt to say hi. And then two more.

“Everyone knows you,” Cammie whispers.

I shrug.

We reach the counter, and I order half the food from the display case and a quarter sweet latte and turn to Cammie. “What would you like?”

She seems surprised by the offer. “Oh, I can get my own.”

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