Page 45 of The Game Plan

“We’ll worry about that later,” I tell her. “Right now I just… I want…”

Her hands fist in my coat. “Yeah?”

I want to kiss her again, and again, and again. I want her. I want to hold her tight and never let her go, because in her arms, everything will be okay. I want. I—

My mouth settles over hers again, and she licks into my mouth, taking, taking. I have no idea what I’m doing. I let her take control, and she smiles against my lips.

“Miles!”

Groaning, I pull away and rest my forehead on hers. “Was that—”

“Your mom? Yeah.” She grins. “You okay there, big guy?”

“No.”

Her gloved thumb brushes over my cheek. “You will be.” She presses a chaste kiss to my lips and then pulls away, releasing her hold on me.

“Miles, honey!”

I force a smile on my face and turn to greet my family.

“Hi, Mom. Dad. Mack, Ash. Aunt Sue. Uncle Bobby. Aunt Carol. Uncle Tommy.”

“Aren’t you going to introduce us, son?” Uncle Bobby says.

“Everyone, this is Sam,” I say, setting my hand on her shoulder. “Sam, this is… everyone.”

She’s flushed pink, her lips swollen from my kiss. I love it.

“Hey, y’all,” she says, giving a little wave. She wraps her arms around me and burrows her face into my chest. “This is embarrassing,” she says to me.

“Do you not want me to…?”

She tightens her grip on me. “No, I do. It’s just… I’m interrupting your family time. You probably have to get back on the bus soon. I should… I should go.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. “If you want to.”

“I’ll see you tonight?”

“We’ll be back on campus in about two hours.” My chest feels hollow. I don’t want to let her go.

“Perfect. I’ll come by the house,” she tells me. She reaches up onto her toes and kisses my cheek. “Have fun with your family.”

“Sam…” There is so much I want to say to her. So much I don’t know.

She slowly disentangles from me. “I’ll see you later.”

Chapter sixteen

Sam

Tamargaspsatthesight of me. “Where the hell have you been?”

“It’s only been twenty minutes.”

“Yeah, and you’ve been making out with someone. Your lipstick is all smeared.”

Shit. I rub at my mouth with the back of my hand. “No, I haven’t.”

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