Page 64 of Personal Foul
I collapse against his chest, my arms circling his neck, his hands wrapping around me, holding me to him.
It takes me a few minutes before I come back down to earth or can even form a coherent sentence.
My lips trail kisses along his neck, up toward his ear.
“I missed you while you were gone.”
“You missed me, or you missed this?” he jokes, gesturing toward where our bodies are still connected.
I pull back and flash him a brief smirk. “I mean, both.”
He laughs, tickling my sides. I push him away, begging him to stop.
“I was kidding, I swear I was kidding.”
“Mmmhm.” He raises his brow.
“I’m serious though. It’s too quiet when you’re not around.”
We don’t move to break our connection. Instead, Colson sheds his dress shirt and kicks off his pants the rest of the way before insisting we curl up naked together on the couch.
He tells me about his game. Although I ended up taking a break fromFriendsto watch it, I listen intently as he tells me how it went and how frustrated he was on the flight home after their loss.
I can tell he is irritated when he changes the subject, asking about me and if I had been sick. I hate admitting to him I wasn’t, but he deserves to hear the truth from me.
When I give him the full story about how Molly showed up outside of the gym and everything she had said, he admits he understands why I was upset and pushed him away.
“I forgot to tell you,” I say a little while later. Colson’s arm is under his head, the other brushing my hair back, reminding me of our date down by the beach. “I stopped down at the Boys and Girls Clinic earlier today to drop off the donation from the gala and got to see Isaac. He was so excited to tell me all about how he’s trying out for basketball this year at school. He made me promise I’d come with you the next time you go. We decided a two against one would be the best way to help you both, you know… help you prepare for the playoffs and get him ready for his try-outs.”
Colson laughs. “Is that right? You turning him against me?”
“Nope.” I pop the “p” on the end. “Just evening the playing field is all.”
He shakes his head, playfully pretending he’s disappointed in me.
“If that’s what you think, then you just wait. I’m going to love playing defense against you.”
Colson shifts, rolling me so I’m on my back, positioning himself between my legs. He reaches for my arms, holding them above my head. His arms flex from where he leans over me, inches away from my face.
“You better behave, Rush.”
“Oh, Sydney,” he whispers, trailing a kiss along my chin toward my ear. “You should know by now I don’t play by the rules when it comes to you. You’re one personal foul I’ll never back down from.”
