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My thighs quaked. “You’re so full of yourself.” I threw away my cone before I got to my favorite part—the pointy end of the sugar cone—just so I could get out of there. “I’m going to get my great-grandma now.”
He grabbed my wrist. “Sit down.”
“Don’t boss me around.”
He huffed. “Just sit. Please.”
I did and tucked my hands between my legs, unsure what to do with them.
“I know you don’t think so, but you can trust me.” He slid his hand along my arm until he intertwined our fingers and, inch by inch, brought me closer. “Have you ever kissed someone, Calista?”
I shook my head and he smiled so brightly, it felt like the warmth on the sun on my face. “What’s that look for?”
“Because I like that I’m going to be your first.” His free hand weaved through my hair, clasping my head as he brought his face down on mine.
This is really happening. Rylan Greene is going to kiss me!
My heart thumped and blood rushed through my body until his lips touched mine, then like a light switch, my body instantly calmed. But the calmness only lasted a minute before he slid his tongue into my mouth and it glided along mine. I had no idea what to do. Did I let him lead? Did I kiss him back? I couldn’t just sit there with my mouth open like a dead fish. He slid closer to me, squeezed my hand, and moaned in my mouth as he deepened the kiss.
The kiss was different than I’d thought it would be, but it was exciting, and when his tongue left mine and he pulled away, I whimpered from the loss of him.
We stared into one another’s eyes for a beat. Did I thank him? No, that would be stupid. “Better than I thought,” he said casually.
I never bothered asking Rylan again how many girls he’d kissed before me, because somehow, I didn’t care. I’d remember our first kiss forever.
I touch my lips as if it happened yesterday. I still vividly remember the timidness of our first kiss. I ended up becoming so comfortable with those lips at one point… I wonder what it would be like if we kissed again.
Seven
Rylan
Jamison is going one-on-one against me to test my footwork. But all I’ve been doing since I got here an hour ago is asking him about Calista.
“I don’t understand. She’s not…” I want to say “my Calista,” but she’s not mine and she hasn’t been for years. “Herself.”
He sighs and nods. “I asked her to coach a girls’ team and she refused. She says she’s too busy.” He kicks the ball out from under me and it flies back, so I jog back to get it. “Yer distracted.” He shoots me a glare. “Are you sure something else isn’t affecting your game? Mental is a big part.”
“No.”
Jamison kicks it out from under my feet again and I groan. He runs after it, then bends to pick it up, holding it to his hip. “Is it Calista?”
“We broke up a long time ago. I played a great season last year. Well, I played a great season until the playoffs.”
He sits on the turf, and since it’s a school day, it’s just him and me here at the sports complex. Although I have a lot of older brothers, Jamison has always been a confidant I can trust when it comes to my career and life. I join him and stretch out my legs.
“But the wedding was fast approaching when you entered the playoffs.”
I nod.
“So, you knew you’d see her soon. Have to spend time with her again.”
I nod.
“I’m gonna be honest, you can only forget the people you leave behind for so long.” He stares off at the open space and it’s clear he’s deciding how much to tell me about his past. I know part of it from looking him up. He made it to the big time before an injury, and he tried everything to get back in the game, losing his family in the process.
“I know I don’t come home, but…”
He quirks his eyebrow.
