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He smiles. “I always win. Get used to it.”

The chances of me making this shot are slim. Kareem Abdul-Jabbar made this uncomfortable hook shot famous. It’s one of the hardest shots to make with any precision. Any time I’ve ever attempted to make one, my shoulder felt like it was coming out of its socket.

I follow Preston’s lead, hopeful when the ball hits the rim.

“The first H of the game,” Jamie says.

I growl in frustration turning to look at Preston. “How did you make that?”

He shrugs, a playful smile on his lips. “Skill.”

“I’m learning more about you every second we spend together,” I admit. “I never expected you to be good at basketball, too.”

“I’m good at everything I do.” He licks his lips. “You’ll find that out soon enough.”

My breath catches in my throat. There are no words to convey what I’m thinking. Only actions. And I don’t want to act upon how I feel right now. At least I shouldn’t leap into his arms and kiss him until I run out of air. Nope, that’s not going to happen.

Focus, Bex.

He stares me down as if I’m his last meal. I kind of wish he would devour me because every nerve ending in my body comes alive from the sexy look on his handsome face.

We continue our game, which never seems to end. Over an hour later, I’m about to lose to Preston. He has H-O-R, and I have H-O-R-S. One more missed shot and I have to go through with the bet. I don’t even know how to dance, at least not well enough to win a contest.

Preston chooses a three-pointer sinking it with equal ease and grace as the others. I hate that he’s so good at basketball.Isn’t hockey enough?I’m annoyed because I should be beating him—not the other way around.

I set up at the three-point line gripping the ball in my hands. The gym is eerily quiet. I can hear myself breathing. Jamie and Preston stare at me, the game on the line. My stomach churns, and I want to puke. I can’t lose at my own sport to Preston.

The ball sails out of my hands, and I can tell by the way I released it that it’s going to hit the backboard. And it does. There’s still hope as it rolls around the rim of the basket for a split second before hitting the court.

“You lose.” Preston points at me, a goofy expression crossing his face. “I can’t wait for you to dance for me.”

I throw my hands on my hips and stare him down. “I’m not dancing for you.”

His blue eyes flicker, but he doesn’t say anything. The wide grin stretching across his handsome face says it all. I’m his for the night. And after spending the day with him, I’m okay with this loss. I want more time with him.

“Sweet,” Jamie says. “I’ll call Shannon and let her know Bex is coming tonight.”

“You said she needs two girls,” I say to Jamie. “Right?”

He nods.

“I’m not doing this alone. My friend, Taylor, has to come with me. She won’t mind getting up on a bar and making an ass of herself.”

Jamie removes his phone from his pocket to text Shannon. “Even better.”

Preston grabs my shoulder and spins me around. “Good game.”

I force a smile. “You, too.”

His eyes cut through me, his gaze so intense. I want to look away, but I can’t. He weakens me with his firm grip. His hand feels good on my bare skin. I should push him away to create the space I need.

“C’mon.” He offers his hand to me. “Let’s get something to eat on our way back to campus. You have a big night ahead of you. You’ll need your strength.” He says the last part with an arrogant smirk that hardens my nipples.

How am I going to make it through the night with him?My willpower is already fleeting.

Rule number two is out the window.

How long until we break the last rule? The one that crushed me the last time I broke it.

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