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I was starving for him. Ravenous. I needed this boy.
I was desperate for him. I ached and I yearned and I admitted that now, with an open mind and a vulnerable heart.
The more I rocked against him, the more he encouraged me to move, pulling on my hips, grinding our bodies together.
I was so caught up in our kiss that I didn’t hear the changing room door open and close, and I was only vaguely aware of someone clearing their throat.
It was only when Coach Mulcahy said, “I see you’re feeling better,” that reality came crashing down on me with a tremendous bang.
“Fuck,” Johnny groaned into my mouth.
Startled, I broke the kiss and tried to scramble off Johnny’s lap.
Tried being the appropriate word because Johnny caught ahold of my hand and pulled me back to him. When he reached down and adjusted my skirt, pushing it back down, I almost died on the mortal spot.
“Inappropriate behavior on school grounds, Kavanagh,” Coach Mulcahy snapped, casting glaring looks at both of us. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
My gaze landed on the two amused-looking paramedics standing behind Coach, and I whimpered loudly.
“We’re not on school grounds, sir,” Johnny replied calmly as he pulled me down to sit beside him.
“You’re on school time,” Coach barked.
“Actually, we’re not,” Johnny countered, taking my hand in his.
I was incredibly grateful for his touch in this moment. It was grounding and steadying and stopped me from anxious puking. Something I was known for doing.
“It’s half nine at night,” Johnny added with a shrug. “Well past school hours.”
“It’s inappropriate behavior,” Coach bellowed, turning a furious glare on us. “Don’t give me technicalities. You’re both under eighteen.” Clearly furious, he added, “I’ll have to report this to Mr. Twomey and your parents.”
“Oh god,” I strangled out, panicked. “Please don’t tell.”
“A kiss?” Johnny sneered, tightening his hold on my trembling hand. “You’re going to report a fucking kiss?” He laughed humorlessly. “Take a walk down the aisle of that bus, Coach. Pretty sure you’ll find worse than kissing going on.”
“You are a minor student who was alone with a fellow minor student in a dressing room,” the teacher replied hotly. “In an extremely compromising position.” Coach turned to me then. “Is that the kind of reputation you want starting off at Tommen, Miss Lynch?” he demanded. “Do you want to be one of those girls?”
Tears pricked my eyes and I quickly shook my head.
“Hey, don’t talk to her like that,” Johnny snapped, leaning forward, shielding me from Mr. Mulcahy’s view.
“Come on, Johnny!” Coach grumbled impatiently. “Think about how this looks.”
“I don’t give a fuck how it looks,” Johnny snarled. He jerked to his feet only to quickly stagger backwards and collapse on the bench with a pained grunt. “You don’t talk about her like that,” he bit out, nostrils flaring. “No one talks about her like that.”
“Look at yourself!” Coach demanded, pointing to Johnny’s lower half. “Look at the condition you’re in.”
Johnny didn’t look, but I did.
I looked and let out a strangled gasp at the sight.
Blood was oozing from where the Royce player had ripped him open with his boot studs.
“Johnny,” I croaked out, reaching for his hand again.
Oh god, his hand was shaking.
I turned to look at him.
