Page 77 of The Fake Out


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I feel us being watched, which was the point of the whole thing, but my stomach does another barrel roll at the idea of touching him.

When his fingers trace my jaw, I’m done for. I bend toward him like a vine reaching for the sun.

He kisses me with gentle care, soft and sweet, pulling me against his chest. His scent is in my nose, all around me, surrounding me, and every muscle eases as I lean into him. He’s too fucking tall and my neck is almost at a ninety-degree angle, but I don’t care.

He smiles against my lips, presses one more kiss to my mouth, and looks down at me with affection like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen.

“Let me take you for dinner,” he says again, and I picture all the things we could do after dinner. Things like the other night, with his head between my legs. Maybe he’d let me touch him, and I’d get to hear what Rory Miller actually sounds like when he comes.

Maybe we’d skip dinner altogether.

No, I scold myself. It was just the one time, regardless of how much I’ve been thinking about it.

“I can’t.” I blink, clearing my head, refocusing my thoughts. My skin prickles, and I know Connor’s watching and waiting for our session to start. “Really, I can’t tonight. My parents are in town.”

He looks at me, waiting.

“What?”

“Invite me.”

“Rory. It’s just my parents.” And Pippa, Jamie, and Jamie’s mom, Donna.

“I know. I’ve met them.”

Right. New Year’s last year, when he and a bunch of other players crashed on my parents’ living room floor.

My parents think we’re actually dating, though, and Rory getting close with my family feels real. I still don’t know what this is between us.

“I can just say you’re busy.”

“No.” He frowns. “I’d like to see them. I like your dad, and I didn’t get to talk much with your mom. It would be nice to get to know her.” His brow arches. “This is what I want.”

“Hmm?”

“I won.” His eyes flash with heat like he’s reliving me riding his face. “We agreed that if I won, I could have whatever I want.”

I let out a laugh of disbelief. “Thisis what you want?” Of all the things he could ask for?

“This is what I want.”

He’s wearing his soft, sweet,Hazel is so cutesmile, and I’m struck by how much I like this one. How much I’m going to miss it when we’re done with this.

Fuck.

I shake my head because I don’t know what to make of this guy sometimes. A laugh slips out of me.

“Fine. Rory, would you like to join us for dinner?”

A broad smile stretches across his handsome face, and I feel like I’ve won something, because I love that look.

CHAPTER36

HAZEL

“Dream hockey team,”my dad says to Rory in the restaurant that night. “Go.”

Rory leans in with a serious expression, and I smile. “Anyone?”

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