“I'm listening.”
Biting my lip, I peer up at him through my lashes.
“You win and I’ll give you more than a kiss under the bleachers.”
The corner of his lips lifts. It’s dangerous. Delicious. He takes a step back, fingertips brushing mine as they slip from the railing, our eyes locked.
His tongue skims his teeth.
“Now I have no choice but to win.”
I’m on fucking fire.
He retreats, jogging down the track, throwing one last glance over his shoulder, hazel eyes mirroring the flames consuming me. I should take a seat in the stands but I’m hypnotized by the shift of muscles beneath his loose tank and the curve of his firm ass beneath his shorts.
“Would you look at that? Remy’s suddenly got some pep in his step.”
If I wasn’t already blushing, I certainly am now that I’ve been caught thirsting over Remy by his best friend. Sighing, I side-eye Andrea, who pops a Cheez-It in her mouth, chewing with this annoying smirk that’s steadily grating on my nerves.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
She sucks a piece of cracker out of her teeth. “Oh, nothing, Pooh, just the fact that he was sulking and bitching until youshowed up and now he’s skipping like a leprechaun with a pot of gold.”
Butterflies attack my insides.My surprise worked!The swarm transforms into poisonous moths.He was sulking and bitching.
“What upset him?”
Chomping on another Cheez-It, she twirls her finger. “Nothing in particular, he’s just in a mood.” She taps the cardboard box against her lip. “Though hedidget snippy when Keenan skipped warm up to make out with his girlfriend.”
Remy’s words from minutes ago ring in my ears.I wanted my good luck kiss.The blush returns in full force. I have no fucking idea how to respond to her so I don’t.
She leans her elbows on the fence next to me as we both watch the cluster of runners at the end of the track line up. Seconds later a whistle blares and they’re off. It's impossible to distinguish one guy from the next between the mess of legs and arms, let alone find my boy. Though, it doesn’t take long for them to spread out, allowing a few to shoot to the front.
My heart flutters like I’m the one running as Remy rounds the bend.
Our eyes connect.
He winks.
I melt.
The rest blow past in a clamor panting breaths and rubber on pavement. Remy maintains the lead through the second lap with two others right on his heels. My fingers dance anxiously on the chain link.
Andrea jabs my side.
“What?” I hiss.
“Are you a demon?”
When I simply stare at her in response, she flicks a cracker at my head. I barely dodge it.
“I’m not a fucking demon.”
She's now on her tip-toes, top half bent over the fence. “Did he make a deal with you for a personal record?”
“No...”
Though wedidmake a deal of some kind.
