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“We’re going on a date, Dimples. Don’t worry,” I add, as his mouth drops open. “My treat.”

ChapterNine

ZANDER

A date?

Kerian did all that in front of Luca for adate?

Ugh, he’s fucking infuriating.

“Come on, Kerian,” I say with a sigh, shoving my hands in the pockets of my shorts before I walk ahead of him. I’m not dressed for a date, having just come from practice, but I need to get him out of my dorm. Whatever he has in mind better not have a fucking dress code.

I hear his heavy footfalls behind me, as well as a soft chuckle.

God, he’s frustrating.

He ignored me for fucking days, then sent me stupid messages asking if I missed him. Then he has the nerve to show up to my room and muscle me into a date?

I refuse to admit how my body bloomed under his hard demands. He’s already taken enough of my mental energy over the past few days.

I’ve never been as desperate to hear from someone as I was to hear from Kerian. Every day that went by, I was more and more keyed up, more on edge, more in my head. All because he ignored me after I made him come.

God, that blow job is still fresh in my mind, the memory of it so intense that I’ve had to adjust myself in my pants every time I think about it, even now.

Especiallynow, walking next to Kerian, breathing in his intoxicating scent and glimpsing his profile. I need to stop being so fucking unbalanced around him. After this date, we’re fucking done. No more. The few days he ignored me had me so off kilter that I almost fucked up at practice. And if there’s one place I cannot fuck up, it’s when it comes to football.

It’s my ticket out. The NFL means a better life for my family. My way to give back to my mother, who sacrificed everything for me. Who isstillsacrificing. She still works her fingers to the bone to make sure I have money for gas, food, my cell, and my car insurance. The least I can do is take care of her, pay her back for everything she’s done for me and Colson.

But I can’t do that if I’m distracted. Kerian is a distraction. If I weren’t worried about the bullshit he’d pull in my room, I would have told him to fuck off when he pressed me for a date. But Luca was there, and there was no telling what would happen with Kerian and his psycho behavior.

“The silver car,” Kerian says, pointing to the only silver car in the lot.

I whistle low in my throat when I see the car. It’s nice. Much nicer than my beater. “Must have cost a pretty penny, Richie Rich,” I mutter, stomping over to the car and waiting for him to unlock it.

Kerian’s jaw is tight and his eyes blank as he looks over at me. It’s the same expression he had in the alley. I’m not sure what it means. I want to ask, but I don’t need to learn more about him. I don’t need to learn anything. After this…date, I’m fucking done with him. I’m going to block his number and only see him when we face off against each other on the field.

“Inside, Dimples.”

Rolling my eyes, I slide into the car, avoiding slamming the door like I want. This car is so gorgeous, I don’t want to do anything to hurt it. It’s not the car’s fault its owner is a dick. “Where are we going?”

I turn to Kerian in time for his lips to land on mine, hard and demanding. Against my better judgment, I moan and thread my hand into his blond locks. My brain fuzzes out and completely goes offline as he kisses me. I know I was supposed to tell him… something, but I can’t think. All I know is how his mouth feels on me, how his tongue slides against mine, and how his strong hand holds me in place.

My breathing comes out in pants when he releases my mouth. I whimper and lean in for more. I don’t feel ashamed of it because Kerian dips back in and gives me what I want, kissing me with abandon.

Anyone could walk past. Anyone could see us in his car, making out like fucking teenagers. Anyone could see me making out like a fucking teenager with my biggest fucking rival. They could see and…

I don’t care. Ican’tcare. Not while Kerian has me like this, his hand in my hair, his tongue in my mouth, and his scent in my nose.

I’m fucked.

This time, when Kerian pulls away, he puts a hand on my chest with a grunt. “Behave, Dimples. We have a date.”

Swallowing my protest, I nod and sit back in the comfortable leather seat, hoping my face doesn’t show how impressed I am with his ride.

Kerian drives closer to his campus and pulls into a pizza place.

“Fancy date,” I mutter, getting out of the car. Idoslam the door this time.

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