I wasn’t worried about anything being put in my locker. Damn it, damn it, damn it! XXX Hot Next year, probably.”
She stuck out her lower lip. Brad was wrong. I cleared my throat. We had two lanes so all that was left was to decide how we were dividing the teams. I wasn’t sick. She gave me another small kiss. My heart swelled happily, watching everyone get a kiss goodbye from their significant other (again, aside from Alan and Amanda). “I only had Jessica’s word that it was Brad! “Thanks!” I called back. “Where are you going?” I asked. No good. I guess I didn’t do anything at all.”
Becca blew a raspberry. “Interesting,” I said, grinning. Punch, boom, fight’s over.”
“Oh, please. My groin tightened and I leaned up on my elbows, my hips jerking involuntarily with her movements. To be honest, I’d been
