A Fulton U rivals standalone romance including a paper mache dragon, house of football hotties, secret speakeasy and a host of campus traditions that unfold as the backdrop for my first taste of love with a sordid secret chaser.
I inhaled deeply and sunk deeper against him, knowing I shouldn’t let myself. He smelled like grass and leather and Icy Hot, but there was also an underlying sweetness. I was tempted to press my nose to his chest and suck in a lungful of Reid.
I wished we weren’t in a freezing cold garage, but back in my bed after we’d passed out watching District 9 or The Abyss. Or maybe after taking things a bit further.
He yawned, rubbing his hand down my back. “Hey, we made it.”
I scooted back a little and looked up at him, trying not to be self-conscious about my morning breath. “We did. Thanks for not letting me freeze.”
“What kind of teammate would I be if I let you turn into a popsicle?”
“A terrible one. Now I know why the guys keep you around. You’ll do anything for the team.” I meant it as a tease, but it was also a reminder of why we couldn’t be together.
“I will.” He didn’t unlock his hand from around mine. The smooth glove glided over the back of my hand.
Staring into his eyes, all the feelings I’d been trying to suppress came rushing back. They flooded my veins and sparked my nerve endings.
His head dipped lower so our foreheads almost touched. I’d never thought mine was sensitive before, but now I could feel every graze and skim.
Our noses brushed, and I swore I could feel the flutter of his eyelashes.