Page 14 of The Cleat Retreat


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“What?” I asked, my voice a little breathless. It’s from the movie and not being alone in a room with Hawk.

“You’ve never been kissed?”

“Oh. You heard that?” My cheeks instantly flamed. I swallowed, turning back to the movie. Shit. I must sound so lame.

“Answer the question, Blazy,” he demanded, his voice lower and more of a growl. I could feel his breath on my neck, goosebumps breaking out as I continued to pretend I was watching the movie.

“It’s true. Hard to kiss boys when they’re all afraid you have some disease they can catch,” I mumbled. Teenage boys were dumb. I had a genetic disorder, not an STI.

“Blazy.”

“Yeah?” I turned my head, and his hand cupped my cheek, our lips fusing together before I knew what was happening. My whole world exploded as Hawk kissed me, taking my breath and gravity altogether.

Of course, thirty seconds later, Bryce returned to the room, and we jumped apart like we hadn’t just been making out. My brother had looked at us funny but assumed there was no way what he’d imagined had occurred and dismissed it.

Bryce turned his focus to Hawk, telling him his date had a friend, so they’d returned to grab him to make it a double date.

I’d never seen Hawk move so fast before. He jumped up, and they were both out the door before I could ask them what time they’d be back.

From that point forward, Hawk barely spoke to me alone, basically ignoring me for the rest of the summer. Most of our conversation revolved around politeness, with an occasional inquiry into how the other was doing. I filed it away as my first kiss and let go of my crush on him.

Or so I’d thought.

Looking at him now, I wondered if he even remembered that night. It had been so significant for me, but it had to be one of many kisses for him. I picked at the comforter, my words hanging in the air like an old helium balloon.

“Since the night I kissed you and ran away,” he admitted, his voice deep.

Our eyes locked, the air sizzling between us.

“Yeah. That.”

I licked my lips, wondering what I was supposed to say.

“It was kind of a dick move.”

Okay, so I guess that worked.

Hawk barked out a laugh, rubbing his hand over his shaved head. “Yeah. It was. Sorry.” His brows creased, the corner of his lips tilting up in an apologetic smile.

“Apology accepted.” I nodded, taking another bite. “So, how’s life? Any significant others? Jealous exes? New quirks?”

Hawk chuckled, the tension leaving his face as he shook his head. “No one in the picture. As for exes, they all knew where we stood.” He sighed, rubbing his jaw. I could hear the words he wasn’t saying.

It’s only one night. No-strings sex. Then they get the cleat retreat.

Gulping at the thought, I almost missed his next statement.

“Does having tea parties with my niece count as a quirk?”

I smiled as I pictured Hawk sitting at a little table with a pink teacup. “Definitely. How is Wren? How many kids does she have now?”

Hawk softened as he talked about his sister and nieces, now plural since she just had a baby. It was clear by the way he spoke how much he loved them.

Hawk had become so protective of Wren after their mom’s death, hellbent on taking care of her and his dad. I wondered if he realized how amazing he was. Not many people would work so hard for others. It made me want to ensure he had fun. That he took some time for himself and only focused on the now. We could both do with some fun.

“You know what we should do,” I said, sitting up and toppling a few containers. The room had grown darker as night fell, casting us into shadows with only the light from the TV. I moved the empty boxes, piling what was left into another.

“What?” he asked, flicking his gaze to mine. “You feeling any more effects?”

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