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My dad was talking about that hit. Lucas got trampled by another player. A guy twice his size. Technically, it was an illegal move. But kudos to him for being positive.
“I’m sorry, that kid that hit you shouldn’t have a football career either. He shouldn’t gain from your loss.”
Lucas shrugs the good shoulder. “I’m over it. I shook the guy’s hand last week at a party and we’re cool now.”
Again with the friendly attitude. He isn’t the jerk I was afraid he might be. He seems like a genuine person.
We sit in silence, just taking in the scenery while the music and laughter of everyone at the party plays in the background. I lay on my back, gazing up at the stars.
“So beautiful,” Lucas murmurs.
“Yes, they are. I love the stars. They’re like diamonds in the sky.”
“I wasn’t talking about the stars.”
My heart leaps in my chest. I turn to see Lucas staring right at me. The dancing butterflies in my stomach are a first ever. They’re fluttering around at the sound of Lucas calling me beautiful. To have a boy pay me a compliment is foreign. What do you say to a boy when he tells you that?Thank you?
My brain misfires and thoughts spiral when he leans in to kiss me. He grabs the back of my head and cups my cheek with his warm hand while his lips move to mine.
The kiss differs from the one I had at Charity’s church camp which she, again, dragged me to. It was with that boy, Joel something. That was just quick and weird and I never counted it. This is... I don’t know what this is, but it has me floating up toward the sky.
Lucas’s tongue comes out and works my mouth open until it’s inside. With each stroke of his tongue, he drags his hands down my sides and pulls me closer until I’m on top of him.
I’ve never had much experience with guys at school or anything. The wholedad being the head coachkeeps every guy at a distance from me. I wear the proverbial flashing sign that says “off limits.” Guys aren’t wrong to assume he is the shotgun on the porch kind of dad.
This is what freedom tastes like. Kissing this gorgeous guy. I guess I’d be just fine doing something bad for once in my life, even though it’s just kissing. No big deal, right?
Lucas breaks the kiss. “Do you want to go somewhere more private?”
“Okay.” Oh. My. Gosh. We are going to keep making out. I think. I’m not sure; I’m not positive about whatever going “somewhere more private” entails, but he seems nice. He wouldn’t try to take advantage of me. I’ll be able to set boundaries.
Chapter3
Lucas
From the moment I stepped out of Katrina’s room and started scoping out a replacement, I was instantly disappointed. Nearly every girl here is wasted, and I’d likely end up with one of them passing out on me or being just plain sloppy.
I would rather go home.
Everything changed when I started for the door. I froze when she walked by. I’ve never seen her before, so she must be new. Or maybe I just never noticed her, but someone like her is hard to miss. She’s in a short black dress with short sleeves. It’s basically a long black t-shirt that fits her perfectly, showing off long, toned legs. Her chestnut hair falls halfway down her back.
She has the brightest green eyes I’ve ever seen.
She walked toward the kitchen, pulling at her dress on the sides. It is really short, but honestly, she doesn’t have to hide anything.
I waited outside the door to the kitchen to see if maybe she would walk out soon. After a while, I decided to just walk in, curious to find out what she was doing in there for so long. When I walked in, she was pouring her cup out in the sink. She stood on her toes to do it, flexing those calf muscles.
She’s the one.
Once I could finally get her out of the kitchen, I took her to the dock. Classic move — take her to a scenic view outdoors, make meaningless small talk, and then get her somewhere I can let loose this pent-up frustration in my jeans.
While sitting there, she looked up at the stars. Obviously in deep thought. I couldn’t help but stop and take in how pretty she was. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I almost don’t feel worthy of talking to her, but she’s with me. She has apparent self-esteem issues and her nervous demeanor screams inexperience. At least, she doesn’t seem like she sleeps around a lot. I couldn’t care less. It’s just nice to not have to carry around and guide someone that’s trashed and might puke all over me. It’s happened more times than I’d like to admit.
The longer I sat and stared, every thought about Katrina faded while this girl captured me. She’s beautiful from her head all the way down those slender legs, and her hair makes my mouth water.
I still don’t recognize her from school, but she may have said something about being homeschooled. I can’t say I was really listening while staring at her lips. My earlier confidence in my night slipped away. This girl took it and I’m second-guessing every word I speak.
Kissing her was a risk, but when she opened her mouth for me, I knew she was mine.
