Page 63 of Catching Feelings

The corner of his mouth quirks and his gaze travels down my body. “I do get extra hungry after a game.”

Oh, hell. I’m antsy again. Or maybe horny. It’s hard to tell since I can’t recall a time I was ever horny except during the act. I’ve had decent sex before, but my underwear never got damp before we started making out or touching.

It’s crazy how Miles can just look at me and my panties are already wet.

He drops his arm from my waist and holds up his hands. “Innocent dinner, if that’s all you want. Scout’s honor.”

“Were you ever a scout?”

He scratches the back of his neck. “Pee wee football player of the year honor.”

I chuckle. “Is that even a thing?”

“Hell yeah it is. I won it three years in a row.”

“Probably because you were already six feet tall in the third grade.”

“Close. I’ve always been a giant.”

My eyes travel down his body and stop at his feet, which are monstrous. Big hands, big feet, big...no doubt he’s big everywhere. Likeeverywhere.

It’s been so long, I wonder if we’ll even fit together. The pulsing between my legs quickens and I clench my thighs together to stop it.

“You coming?”

Shit. Is it that obvious? Not that I’m coming. At least, not yet. Not ever if I don’t give Miles a chance. I lift my gaze to him and slowly nod.

“Good answer.” He takes my hand in his and walks me to my car. “I’d love to drive you, but I assume you want to have your car so you can leave whenever you want.”

I stare into his warm, innocent eyes. I’ll never know if I don’t take a chance. Texting Adam these past few weeks has given me a little more self-confidence than I had before.

I lick my lips and glance over his shoulder, afraid to make eye contact. “We could, uh, get your car in the morning.” I nearly stuttered over my words, but I’m proud of myself for getting them out. If he can’t put two and two together, we won’t get too far in our relationship.

“In the morning, hm?” He squeezes my hand, and I lift my gaze to his.

“I mean, yeah. Or not. I...it’s okay if...”

“Rowan.”

I clamp my lips together and force myself not to break eye contact.

He gives me a soft smile and pulls me into his arms. “We can take two cars, and I’ll pick up dinner on the way to your place so you won’t have to drive later. Whatever happens after that, well, we’ll take it one step at a time, okay?”

I close my eyes and rest my cheek against his chest. His heart thunders as fast as mine, and it calms me, knowing he’s as nervous about this thing between us as I am.

It takes too long to get to my apartment, yet it feels like I haven’t had enough time to prepare for tonight. A thirty-minute drive is not nearly enough time to pep talk my anxiety into taking a step back and letting me be normal in front of Miles. Whatever normal may look like.

I rush up the stairs to my apartment and make a mad dash for my bathroom to freshen up. There isn’t time for a shower, so I wet a washcloth and wipe it across my neck, between my boobs, and under my arms. My body got all hot and bothered cheering on Miles and the Revs and I pray the rest of me doesn’t smell.

I toss the washcloth in the laundry and tug my Revs sweatshirt off, then rub my vanilla chai lotion up and down my arms and across my chest. I quickly put the sweatshirt back on, then hurry back to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

My makeup held up through the game, not that I wore too much. A little eyeliner and mascara. In the winter when I’m pasty white, I use a little bronzer and blush. Maybe some eyeshadow for special occasions. Lipstick if I’m going out on a date.

Is tonight a date? Before I have time to think where I left my one tube of cinnamon swirl lip gloss, there’s a knock on my door. I spit out my toothpaste and rinse my mouth before opening the door for Miles.

“Hi.” Heck, it’s been less than an hour since I’ve seen him and I swear he’s more handsome now than in his tight pants on the football field. Or maybe it’s because I know where we’re headed tonight. Or where I hope we’re heading.

“Miss me?” Miles leans down and brushes a kiss across my temple before moving past me and setting two paper bags of food on my counter. “Figured Chinese was the quickest, most filling food to grab at the last minute. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I got a little of everything.”

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