Page 51 of Jacob Michaels is Dead

Rob! Run!

Why? What did you see?

Rob!

“Were you waiting for me?”

Lucas was standing at the bottom of the bleachers, his letterman jacket on, making him look as sexy as he was. I was sitting in the bleachers, my boring coat pulled tightly around my torso to keep me warm. I had been waiting on Lucas. Just like I always did.

“Of course, I was waiting on you,” I replied, my voice not as deep as it now was. “I’m always waiting for you.”

He smiled.

“I thought I was always waiting for you.”

“Well,” I shrugged comically, “one of us is always waiting. But…the wait is always worth it, right?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” He replied. “Don’t you get scared out here all alone? What if someone tried to get you?”

“You’d protect me.”

“How can you be so sure?”

I shrugged. “I just know.”

“I’d argue,” He said, “but I’d be wrong. And I don’t like being wrong.”

“You nearly fumbled the last pass.”

“I held on. For you.”

“For me?” I chuckled.

“So we’d have a reason to celebrate.”

“How do you think we should celebrate?”

“Maybe you can give me one of your amazing kisses?” He said, glancing around, as though he thought we might not be alone.

“You’re the football star,” I said as I lifted my legs to place my feet on the bleacher row below me. “Show me your skills. Come get it. Make a play.”

Lucas grinned wickedly then slowly stalked up the stairs, his eyes never leaving mine. When he got to my row, he stepped over my leg, then brought his other leg over it as well, positioning himself between my legs. He looked down at me as his hand came up to cup the side of my face as I looked up at him. I wanted him to kiss me so badly.

“You’re…beautiful.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Is that a compliment for a guy?”

“I wasn’t talking about your looks.”

That made me swallow back any retort.

“Do you want me to kiss you again?”

“Yes.” I exhaled.

“Do you love me?” He asked.

“Yes.” I breathed the word. “I love you.”