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“Just food?” I say, smirking at him. His eyes burst with lust as he stands, once again stepping between my legs. He wraps a hand behind my neck brushing his thumb along my cheek. I shudder at how good he makes me feel when he’s this close. Our eyes collide as he pulls me closer to him.

“I’ve been waiting to do this all morning,” he says before pressing his lips gently against mine, biting my bottom lip as I open for him, letting his tongue explore mine. He deepens the kiss as he grips my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist. He runs both hands up my back, wrapping them in my hair and pulling as his lips slide down my chin, biting then sucking down my neck.

“Fuck Brax,” I moan as I run my hands up his chest, causing him to growl and take a step back.

“Shit, Presley. The things I want to do to you on this hood. Fuck,” he says, taking another step back, pulling at his red hair. “You deserve better than a fuck on the hood of my car. I refuse to treat you any other way, but fuck, Lil’ Mama, you make it really fucking hard.” He says, coming back between my legs, cuppingmy face and kissing me again. I sink into his touch, swirling my tongue against his, wanting more but knowing my head will get the best of me, only to ruin the moment. I pull at his hoodie bringing him closer to me as we continue to kiss, but it doesn’t last long before he’s pulling away. He rests his head against mine looking into my eyes.

“Damn, Lil’ Mama. It’s taking all my self control not to strip you and make you a shaking mess on this hood. I want you so fucking bad but I want to do this the right way. You’re more than a hookup.” He breathes and I nod, placing a small kiss on his lips. My heart bursts at his words. No one has ever given a fuck about what I want, or shown me how a man is supposed to treat a woman until this very moment, and now I never want to leave. I want to stay here forever with him just like this, but I know all good things must come to an end.

“Thank you, Brax,” is all I could manage to say and he smiles.

“Happy Birthday, Presley.” He says, placing one last kiss against my lips before backing away to clean up our food.

He made this the best birthday I’ve had in a long time and now it’s over.

Back to fucking reality.

Hell awaits.

Chapter 15

Presley

The ride back to school was quiet. Before I left Braxton’s car, he grabbed me for one last kiss, taking my breath away and making me put my number in his phone. I fucking hate that our time together came to an end so quickly, but my so-called boyfriend has a game in a few hours and I’m required to be there.Such fucking bullshit.

Entering the bathroom, I see my friends are already here doing their makeup.

“Where the hell have you been?” Violet asks and I smirk.

“Can you guys keep a secret?” I ask the three of them who nod their heads in unison,

“I was with the new boy, Braxton.” I say and they scream in excitement as I cover my face with embarrassment. “Would you guys shut up?” I say and they laugh.

“Oh, we need the deets girl, and am I painting your face with the usual?” Mila says, and I nod.

“Don’t have much of a choice now, do I? We just gotta stop at my locker to grab his jersey and throw it on. Anything to please the quarterback.” I mock.

“So tell us, where did he take you?” Marcy asks, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Does he have a big dick? I feel like he would be the one with the monster cock.” Violet says.

“No, that’s Caspian.” I answer, realizing what I said after I said it.Fuck.

“Wait a second, how do you know how big Caspian is?” Mila asks as they all stare at me.

“You’re such a slut, bitch. Have you fucked them all?” Violet asks giggling and that shit right there pisses me the fuck off and is exactly why I never tell them anything.They would never believe what I go through. Period.

“Remember, I’m friends with Maverick. We did movie night last week and I accidentally walked in on Caspian getting out of the shower. So no, I didn’t fuck him or any of them for that matter.” I lie.They don’t need to know that Maverick was my first.

“If that's the story you’re sticking with. Hoebag.” Marcy says hip bumping me as Mila paints the number forty-five on her face.

“It’s the truth, but anyway, Braxton took me for food, and then we had a picnic on the hood of his car. It was incredible.” I say and they giggle.

“That’s it? Nothing else happened?” Mila asks and I roll my eyes.

“He’s a gentleman. So no, nothing else happened. Plus I have a whole boyfriend. Helllooooooo.” I remind them, but I see thelook on Mila’s face the minute I said nothing happened. It was like she’s disappointed that I didn't cheat on Jacob Lee.

“Ahhh, fuck that quarterback.” Violet laughs and I school my features as Mila stands in front of me to paint my face with the dickheads number. Twenty-three.

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