Page 21 of Dirty Player

I finally looked up andholy hell.The bluest eyes I’d ever seen held mine and I couldn’t talk. My cheeks heated, and it took a whole five long seconds before I remembered I was late for class.

“Shit. I have a lecture. Thank you.” I spurted out and walking backward, I waved, turned around, and pressed my eyes closed.

Holy shit, he’s gorgeous,I remember thinking.

“Wait!” Levi called out to me, and I slowed, glancing over my shoulder.

“What’s your name?” He laughed.

“Kaylee,” I answered. “Kaylee Rose.”

I realized he was slightly familiar but couldn’t place him completely as he slid his hands into his pockets and grinned like an idiot.

It began to rain again, but he just stood there watching me walk backward into the building.

For two days I walked around in a daze, wondering who he was and if I’d ever see him again.

Finally, I walked out of my afternoon class, and he was leaning against the wall.

My heart leaped and about ten million butterflies started flying around inside my tummy.

Pushing away from the wall, he casually started walking alongside me, took my books, tucked them under his arm, and said, “Have dinner with me tonight.”

“I don’t know you.” I laughed.

“I saved your life,” he said, staring ahead.

I snorted. “Hardly saved my life.”

“You don’t know. A car could have careened up over the lawn and killed you.”

“Try again...” I giggled despite myself.

“Earthquake?”

I shook my head.

“Tornado. It could have ripped right through the campus, and you’d have lost those precious moments getting to safety while on your cute ass.”

I stopped and he did the same.

“You think I have a cute ass?” I grinned.

Levi leans down closer to my face. “I think a lot of things, Kaylee Rose.”

A shiver ran through every inch of my body.

“I don’t know your name,” I whispered as people pushed past us, but that’s when I noticed he was wearing a Penn State Nittany Lions sweater.

“Levi. Montgomery.” He winked as I connected the dots.

He was a football player. Not just any football player...he was the Penn State quarterback.

Holy hell.

I was starting to say that a lot.

“I’ll pick you up at seven,” Levi said, then handed me back my books and pushed a lock of hair over my ear.

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