Page 167 of How to Score Off Field

Faster.

Don’t stop…

I want to make up for lost time. Make up for what we’ve lost.

Make up.

Make out.

His arms tighten around me as if he’s trying to anchor himself at this moment.

And then his lips find mine again, and this time they’re hungry.

Our lips move against each other in a dance of urgency, clearly fueled by longing and lust and hormones.

The softness of our first kiss has given way to something primal and more insistent because now Drew knows that’s how I like it.

I whimper, needing…

Something.

“We’re not rushing.” he whispers in my ear.

I nod, realizing to some degree that I was about to use sex as a Band-Aid to heal my hurt, desperate for closeness because my heart and body still have to heal. I know that could be wrong, but at the same time…I long for him.

“Explain to me why it took me so long to realize how fucking sexy you are.” His voice croons into my ear and down my cerebellum.

“’Cause Grady and his friends are all idiots?” I let out a soft laugh, my fingers tracing a path along his jawline.

“Whoa. Hey now, not all of us are, justmostof us.” I can almost see his eyes twinkling with mischief as he pulls me closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Lucky me, I’m the only smart one who figured it out in time.”

“Pfft. Only like, a million years later.”

He hesitates with his hand on my boob. “Are you rolling your eyes again?”

I let out a laugh. “I can’t help it!”

How does he know…?

Drew’s fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer so our bodies press close, arms wrapped around each other.

Our breaths mingle, ragged and desperate, his mouth leaving mine so he can kiss my neck. Collarbone. Shoulder.

“You’re going to be okay, Tess.” He says against my hair, his deep voice low.

“I know.”

And I do know.

My body has had a week to heal and I feel like I’ve done the right thing by telling my mom and family and letting Drew know right away instead of keeping it inside and dealing with the situation myself.

I can’t imagine doing it alone and I can’t imagine not being here, with him in this bed.

We don’t say much of anything.

Just hold each other, the same way we were holding each other in the shower, my head resting against his chest and his lips pressed against my hair.

Big teddy bear.

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