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We both knew it wasn’t. I was hard as a rock, pulse skyrocketing fromjust a kiss.
“I should go,” she said, sounding reluctant to leave. She slipped through the hole in the fence, and I met her on the other side and walked her down the hill.
“I guess I’ll see you around.” She started to walk away.
“Hang on.” I tugged her hand and pulled her against me. “I’ll walk you home.”
“Let’s leave it where it belongs.” She fisted my T-shirt in her hands, rose on her tiptoes, and kissed me. “In the junkyard.”
“Your turn to come and find me.”
“What makes you think Iwantto find you?”
I tipped my chin down. When she realized she was still clutching my T-shirt, she released me and took a step back, then spun around and sauntered away.
I chuckled under my breath. Then I scrubbed my hands over my face and groaned.
I could still taste her on my tongue.Wild cherries and lost innocence.
I was only certain of two things.
This wasn’t a game anymore.
And I was fucked.
I also had her backpack.
CHAPTERTWENTY
Evie
My fingertips grazed my kiss-bruised,swollen lips. How fitting that the graveyard of broken dreams was the stage for our first kiss.
Damn you, Ridge. Why did you have to be a good kisser?
Every time I inhaled, I breathed in his scent. Cedarwood and pheromones. Even his sweat smelled good.
Really, Evie?
Ugh, I needed help. There must be something wrong with me.
But I couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss or all the things he’d shared with me. His asshole sperm donor. The shooting. Elijah. His mom.
That kiss.
I needed to put it out of my head. All of it.
I should just stay away from him. That would be the smart thing to do. Ridge had a bright future ahead of him, and I didn’t want to be the girl standing in his way.
Nobody played like Ridge. Explosive and dynamic with so much speed and raw power and a vertical leap that put other wide receivers to shame.
God, he was so beautiful to watch.
A smile took over my face.
It slipped when Wren’s cries pierced through the shouting. I could see her small figure on the other side of the screen door. I sprinted across the backyard and raced inside, scooping up my baby sister.
“Shh. It’s okay.” She was crying too hard to hear my words, so I held her tight and stroked her hair, trying to soothe her.
