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He chuckled. “Sure. Hold on.”

A while later, after rolling a pair of his sweats so they wouldn’t fall off my hips and a steamy make-out session in his car, I couldn’t keep the smile off my face as I walked back to the sorority house.

“See you later, Rosie Girl,” Parker said, as I closed the door. “And I can’t wait to be your date next weekend.”

CHAPTER 24

Parker

If I had died and gone to heaven, this would have been one hell of a way to go. Singing a duet, a love song, with the girl I wanted the most. The girl I always thought I couldn’t have. Because she was my best friend.

Except there was nothing in the world that compared to the other night when I’d had my mouth on her, tasting her sweet pussy, hearing her moan as I brought her pleasure.Me.No porn could ever compare to the sight of my Rosie, flushed from the orgasm I’d given her.

If I wasn’t careful, I was going to get addicted to it.

Thoughts I definitely should not be having at a dress rehearsal because this costume wasnotmeant to hide an erection. The pants were black, practically molded to my thighs, and I wore a brocade vest over a black tunic. Every bit the Prince I was playing.

Except my thoughts were not as chivalrous as my character, who was supposed to be serenading the girl whose heart he was trying to win.

“Parker,” Audrey whispered as I swept her up into my arms, practicing the dip. “You okay? You look like you’re in pain.”

“Oh.” I grimaced. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about…” Fuck, what could I say that wasn’ther?There were too many people around us on stage to admit I’d been thinking about carrying her out of there like a caveman and burying my tongue in her backstage or in the dressing room. “Lacrosse,” I finished lamely. It wasn’t a complete lie. I had a game at the end of the week, after all.

She gave me a little eye-roll as we went through the next steps of the choreography, breaking apart before coming back together again as I twirled her into my arms.

The music ended and the two of us held our poses—my hands on her hips and hers holding the lapels of my vest.

“Good!” Mary said, watching us from the audience. “Parker, make sure you look at her lovingly. You love her, but she doesn’t know that yet.”

I did.

I did love her.

Not that there was a chance in hell I was going to risk messing this up by telling her. Because Rosie, my Rosie Girl, she meant too much to me.

“Right.” I nodded, looking down at Audrey. Her violet eyes were focused on mine, and I reached out to brush a small piece of bang out of her eyes.

“Yes! Just like that.”

How did I explain to her I wasn’t even acting? That I was just looking at my girl the way I’d always wanted to?

“Let’s take that number one more time from the top! And then we’ll be done for the day.”

“Parker…” Audrey whispered, her fingers sliding down my torso before we pulled apart.

“Hmm?”

She bit her lip. “Never mind. Let’s do this.”

I dipped my head low against her ear. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look in your costume yet, sunshine?”

Her cheeks went pink as she looked down at the pink glittery fabric. “No.”

I winked at her before heading back to wait for the music to reset. “Always are.”

Later that week,the stadium was full of screaming sports fans, but there was only one I cared about. The same one who I’d spent the last week with dancing around on stage.

“Parker!” There was Audrey, standing at the edge of the field, wearing my jersey and a short skirt. I jogged over to her, pulling her into my arms and kissing her deeply.

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