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“This?” I huff, but it comes out as a squeak.
He cocks his head and looks down at me. “There’s a definite attraction. You just eye-fucked me so hard I’m surprised I’m only partially mast right now.”
My jaw literally drops and, unfortunately, so do my eyes, landing right on his crotch.
He chuckles. “And like you said the other night, you don’t even have to like someone to—”
“Oh, wow, so you’re saying …” I clear my throat, because I feel a squeak coming on.
“No need to read between the lines. I want your little hands on my body, doing all the things your eyes were doing just a minute ago. I want my mouth on parts of you, not just to taste you, but to hear what noises I can make come out of your hot little mouth.”
“Oh shit,” I hear and turn around, expecting someone heard all the … filthy things he just said. My insides are doing flips and shit, but it’s Taya, and an armful of water bottles that are now rolling all over the concrete ground.
“I got them.” Theo chuckles. “Go watch the game. It’s starting up again.”
I don’t even argue. I simply take Taya’s hand and almost run to our seats.
* * *
After openingthe pouch and sliding it over my head, I hand Taya the other because, apparently, Leah has the one Theo was wearing.
“Ellie, Taya. Taya, Ellie.” I motion for her to sit where I was and plop myself on Leah’s lap.
“Where’s my water?” she groans out as If I’m crushing her.
“Pass ’em down,” Theo says, handing Leah a bottle of water, and we begin passing them down.
“There’s a free seat up here,” Koa says, patting the one beside him.
“Who left?” I ask, not moving.
“No one.” Koa pats the seat again. “It’s free.”
It would be super obvious if I declined, so I get up and walk around Leah, who snagged the aisle seat, to take the one behind her, but Koa slides over and leans back.
“Long legs. Need to be able to stretch.”
I watch Theo smirk as he hands out more disposable ponchos as I begrudgingly move past Koa and sit between him and Theo.
“Is there a vending machine around here that spits these out, or do you just carry them around with you?”
“When the forecast is rain, I come prepared.”
“For the whole stadium?” I joke.
He leans down, unzips his back pack, and ruffles through it. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing at all. Just looks like you and I are gonna have to share.”
“How?” I laugh.
He points to the neck and asks, “May I?”
“Uh, sure?’ I answer, not knowing what I’m agreeing to.
He stretches the plastic and rips it.
