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I didn't know what possessed me, but I gripped his sweater in my fist and pulled him to me so I could seal my lips over his. I caught him by surprise and moved away before he could take the kiss deeper, because feeling what I did for this boy, I might forget a stadium full of people watched.
He couldn’t respond—I had rendered Bastian mute and, I suspected under his lovely sweater, overly warm.
“Are you ready, Larkspur?” Brad asked from my side.
“Yeah, and call me Lark.”
He grinned. “Okay, Lark.”
After I led the team into the stadium to the roar of the crowd, Brad touched my arm to get my attention. “Whenever you plan on seeking revenge, let me know.”
“I might just take you up on that. Bastian deserves it.”
Another grin curved his lips. “Thanks again.” His focus moved to something just behind me and I saw a twinkle in those eyes. He kissed my cheek, slipped on his helmet and ran toward the sidelines. I swear he was laughing. I wondered what that was all about until I turned and saw Bastian. Oh, Brad, you wicked boy. The look in Bastian's eyes had my heart beating wildly. It shouldn't bring me pleasure to see Bastian jealous, but it did all the same. As I made my way to the sideline and him, I noticed the cheerleaders, Mica in particular, looking in my direction. Actually Mica appeared to be looking at me, but instead of the censure I always got when my eyes found her blue ones, she looked upset. Maybe it was scared. A part of me wanted to ask her what was wrong, because seeing her vulnerable, when she had always been a mega-bitch all through our schooling, was unnatural and unnerving.
Reaching Bastian, I pressed myself right up against him and kissed him senseless. Not too senseless because he pulled me even closer and kissed me back.
It took me a minute to recover and when I did, I peered up at him through my lashes. “You were jealous.”
He didn't even bother trying to deny it. “Hell, yes.”
“Nothing to be jealous about.”
He said nothing, but he looked at me with such possession. “I spotted Poppy and Shawn. Do you want to join them?”
“Okay.” Was all my fuzzy brain could manage since I still basked in the glory of knowing that Bastian was jealous.
I couldn’t make out Poppy and Shawn in the crowd until they both waved as we approached. “Nice job, Victory,” Shawn said.
“I'm going to put the experience on my resume,” I said just before I heard Sophia calling me.
“Oh, no.” I lowered my head and my shoulders slumped.
“You have to go,” Poppy said.
“I know.”
“Go where?” Bastian asked.
“The drum line has this little dance they do in the stands before the game starts.” Poppy said. “Lark was sitting with Sophia when they did it the first time. Since the team won, they do it for every game. It’s become sort of a good luck thing.”
A big smile spread over Bastian's face. “Well go. I'm looking forward to seeing this.”
I stuck my tongue out at him before I turned and started up the bleachers. I kind of liked the dance and that Sophia and the others didn't care what anyone thought as they shook their booties. Doing the dance in front of Bastian was a bit embarrassing, but I sucked it up and did the same and as usual had a hell of a good time.
Later, Bastian drove me back to Poppy's, but he detoured to our spot near the river. He parked while I pondered the evening. The football team won and so my stint as Victory became surprisingly satisfying.
I climbed off, removed my helmet and turned in time to see Bastian swing his leg over his bike. He said nothing as he moved right into me, but instead of feeling crowded and uncomfortable as I usually did when someone infringed on my personal space, I craved his nearness. Heat licked down my arms and legs. Pressed from chest to thigh, his mouth captured mine for a kiss that fried at least a thousand of my brain cells. It wasn't an exploratory kiss like our first one, it was all about conquering, possessing and owning but which of us was the aggressor was unclear as our mouths and tongues warred. There were so many emotions moving across his features when he looked at me.
“What are you thinking?” I asked.
“How it's possible to know someone for so short a time and be so completely addicted to them. And I am completely hooked on you.”
I couldn't help feeling smug when I replied. “Enough to make you jealous?”
“I wanted to rip Brad's head off and I like that guy.” His finger brushed along my jaw, before his thumb rubbed over my lower lip. “Tell me you feel it too.”
“I do.”
