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I bite my lip and gasp softly at how tender it is. He brings the roaming hand up to run his thumb against my lip. “I don’t see you moving,” I say against the pad of his thumb.
“I don’t wanna move.”
Puckering my lips, I place a little kiss on his finger. “Go.”
Brooklyn groans, but he grabs me by the waist and lowers me until my boots touch the floor again. He keeps me there for a moment, tight against him. As he looks into my eyes, his hands travel across my back to the zipper. Two hard tugs, and it finally frees itself.
I suck in air as Brooklyn lowers the tab all the way down and says, “Promise me you’ll wear this dress.”
“Yeap. This is the one,” I respond, the words jerky.
Brooke presses his smile against my lips and disappears out of the door just like that. Like we almost didn’t just get frisky in here.
It takes me an extraordinarily long time to get changed. The sales associate glares at me the entire time she bags the dress, which, surprise, Brooke paid for on his way out. She probably heard the whole little episode. What she doesn’t know is how hard I had to work to earn it, or how hard I’m going to have to work now to keep him.
CHAPTER 33
BROOKLYN
Olivia is avoiding me. Kind of. On Thursdays our schedules don’t match, but on Friday night I have an away game and it gives her the perfect excuse to stay MIA the whole day. I invite her over to the library on Saturday, so we can finish our Spanish presentation and maybe also make out in the history section, and she claims to have A Thing Going On the Whole Weekend. She doesn’t reveal what, though. But at least, she agrees to talk on Monday after our last Spanish class together.
Now, we sit together in class and she’s definitely trying to pretend like I’m not here. I mean, I have my arm on the back of her seat, a leg propped up on my chair so I can sit facing her, and she still keeps her eyes set on the pair of students giving their final presentation downstairs.
It would be amusing if it wasn’t so frustrating. She said, out of her very mouth that I thoroughly savored, that she wantsme. I’m sure that hasn’t changed in the span of five days. So why is she acting like this?
My phone buzzes against the table and I flip it around to find a text from my defensive partner.
Great Dane
Ready?
With one hand, I type up a response in return.
Me
I don’t know
She’s still being all weird
What if this makes it worse?
James the Goalie
Well, if you don’t tell her how you feel she’s going to stay even weirder amirite?
Since when did he get so wise? Or maybe he always was and I’m only finding out now that I talk more openly with both of them.
Me
K good point
Wish me luck, gentlemen
Great Dane
Godspeed soldier
James the Goalie
