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  38. EPILOGUE
  39. PLAYLIST
  40. THE PASS SNEAK PEEK
  41. TANNER
  42. SYDNEY
  43. TANNER
  44. ALSO BY REBECCA JENSHAK

He chuckles and lightly places his hand at my mouth, not covering it exactly but making it clear he wants me to be quiet. “I really want to kiss you, and you’re making it damn near impossible to find a moment your lips aren’t otherwise occupied.”

He drops his hand, and I keep my lips firmly shut. He waits, maybe for me to protest or maybe because he thinks I’m dumb enough to speak after that speech—hello? I’m not speaking. Kiss me already—but finally, his lips drop to mine.

His arms wrap around my waist, and I press into him. I open my mouth and he takes over. Not unlike the first time, our kiss is full of want and desire that makes me lose myself. When his hands slide down to my ass and he pulls me into him, I moan into his mouth. He feels so good. This feels so good.

We’re roaming hands and sloppy kisses. He dips his chin and presses his forehead to mine. Our chests both rise and fall as we catch our breath.

“We should probably take this inside before the campus police stumble on us going at it in front of your dorm.”

He takes my silence as agreement and steps toward the door. When I don’t move, he turns to see why I’m planted in my spot. I’m rooted in place by all the reasons I know this is a bad idea and maybe by my own insecurities, too.

“I don’t… I mean, we shouldn’t.”

Understanding dawns on him, and he drops my hand.

“It’s just that we said we wouldn’t, and I think if we do, then things will get complicated.”

He nods slowly and places his hands in the pockets of his sweats. “Got it.”

He doesn’t though. I don’t even have it. We’ve blurred the lines between real and fake and it’s messy—all of which I was trying to avoid.

“I’ll talk to ya later.” He takes off with a little two-finger salute, and I head inside Freddy.

As I’m setting my alarm for only a few hours from now so I can work out before the fieldhouse gets busy with the usual Saturday crowd, I can’t push Nathan out of my mind.

I like him, I like the way he sees me and the way I feel when I’m around him, and I have to hope that if what we have is real and not just some weird mixed signals from all of our faking, that after I’ve found my place at Valley and cemented my spot on the team, he’ll still want to kiss me.

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NATHAN