Page 136 of Bookworm

"Really?"

Bo nodded, studying my face.

"Want to try it again?" I asked.

"Yeah. Never thought I'd enjoy getting knocked around, but you proved me wrong."

The amount of joy I felt was totally inappropriate.

"Your smile's blinding me, Kent," he said.

I laughed at that, couldn't help it.

A guy who was passing by said, "Hey Bo, you coming toThe Singing Fishlater?"

"Maybe," he said, "I rode here with, Kent."

"That's cool. Just bring your girl too."

Bo looked to me."You want to hang out after this?"

"Sure," I said, trying to sound calmwhen inside I was anything but. "If you don't think your friends will mind me tagging along."

"They won't."Jumping to his feet like it was nothing, Bo told the guy, "Yeah, we'll be there."

He turned to me as the guy left.

"You know, you don't have to go if you don't want to," he said.

"I know," I said then cracked my knuckles. "Now, stop stalling, Stryker. It's time for me to throw you around some more."

Bo lifted a brow.

"And then we'll go meet this fish, and I can ask you all the questions."

"The deal was five," he said.

"Thought we said unlimited?" I lied.

"Nice try." Bogot into position for the throw, placed his arms around me, then added, "Can't wait to have my hands on you again, huh?"

"You wish," I scoffed—and before I could overthink anything, I flipped him again.

Bo and I practiced several more times, and I couldn't deny it.

I lovedthis feeling.Throwing Bo to the mats was more fun than it should've been. Then again, so was talking to him, being in his arms, and getting closer to him.

It was dangerous, this feeling, but I craved it more and more.

As Bo grinned up at me, my pulse pounded, and I knew I was in trouble.

I still had to ask him to kiss me again.

He could—likely would—say no.

And if that happened, I needed to be prepared, ready to brush it off, act as if my feelings for him were nothing.

Too bad my heart was already all in.

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