Page 62 of Once Upon a Fake Date

Over the last month since our first game of the season, I’d been trying to teach her more about how lacrosse worked. Obviously, she still didn’t understand everything, but I did my best.

We only had a little over a dozen games total during the season before the playoffs, and each one would impact if we’d make it or not. So far, we’d only lost one, and I hoped we could keep it that way.

The last week had been grueling. Rehearsals were intense, and so were practices, which meant I’d been staying up late to study and get all of my classwork done, barely falling asleep before I had to get up and do it all over again.

But I knew I wouldn’t trade any of it to see my girl as happy as she was running down to the field, her blonde hair flying in the wind as she rushed down to the edge of the field. I opened my arms, and she practically threw herself in them, letting me pick her up and twirl her around.

“You won!!” Audrey screamed, her hands intertwining around my neck. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Damn right, baby,” I said, tightening my grip around her waist. “All of those goals were for you.”

“Parker…” my girl murmured, her eyes darting down to my lips a few times. Like she wanted me to kiss her.

It was fake, but in this moment, it didn’t feel like it. Audrey in my jersey was a sight I’d never be able to get out of my mind. Because it was too fuckingright,seeing my name written out across her back.

Letting her body rest against mine, I brought her down to her feet. The toes of her cute pink sneakers sunk into the grass as I cupped her chin, bringing our lips together.

She responded eagerly, molding her body to mine as she kissed me back with as much passion and fervor than I could have ever imagined.

Her tongue dipped into my mouth, and I groaned at the taste. Cotton candy and strawberry soda—always so sweet.

“Audrey,” I groaned, hating that I had to stop this. Thank fuck for the athletic cup I wore, otherwise everyone on the field could see how much she was affecting me. And as much as I wanted it to continue, I didn’t think coach would be too pleased to see me making out with my girlfriend on the field. “We should, um, stop.”

She nipped at my lip as we pulled apart, giving me a tiny nod as she slid down to her feet. It was a reminder of how much smaller she was than me, how I towered over her. “You’re right,” she murmured, though her voice was breathier than it had been before.

“You’re coming to the party tonight, right?” I asked, tugging on the bottom of my jersey down from where it had ridden up on her frame.

“Yeah.” She nodded. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Good.” I grinned. “I’ll see you there, then.”

“I should get going,” Audrey said, turning to look at the field.

I caught an eye of my number on her back, and I was practically salivating. “Mmm.” I bit my lip. “Turn around. Let me see my name on your back, Rosie Girl. Show me whose girl you are.”

I’d never been this possessive over a girl before, but something about her in my jersey really did it for me. I needed to think about something else, so I didn’t have to take a cold shower.

She blushed, but did as I asked. I swept her blonde curls over her shoulder and placed a kiss on the crook of her neck. “I’m yours, Parker,” she whispered.

“Mine,” I agreed.

Because make no mistake… Shewasmine, and I was going to prove that to her.

CHAPTER 19

Audrey

My cheeks were still warm after earlier, but despite that, I hadn’t taken his jersey off. I was wearing white jeans and my favorite casual tennis shoes, my hair pulled half up with a pink ribbon.

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and I knew it wasn’t nerves. No, it was because something about tonight had felt soreal.The way his face had lit up when he’d seen me running towards him, picking me up and spinning me around in his arms before kissing me…

And oh, thatkiss.

I barely had my hand ready to knock on the door when it was pulled open to Parker standing there, leaning on the doorframe. “Hey.” He leaned in, kissing my cheek.

“H-hi,” I said, feeling suddenly shy. Which wasn’t me. I wasn’t the one who was quiet or shy. Except that suddenly, the way he was looking at me had me feeling like maybe earlier hadn’t been a fluke.

The last few weeks, we’d barely even seen each other between sorority events, classes, and the musical. It felt like the only time we did was in the theater building or at dinner. His practices would often run long, and that didn’t even take into account his away games.

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