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“Did you just try to pretend like you weren’t murdering a pencil at your desk by turning the light off? As if we didn’t just make eye contact?”
“It’s not like you turn them all down,” I blurted, seemingly more irritated than I actually was. Theo’s eyebrows climbed upward, and one of his lips disappeared behind his white teeth. “I would if you were my girl.”
“I’m gonna kiss the hell out of you, Bryant, and don’t you dare pull away.” For the second time, our mouths sealed, but this time, the kiss was undeniably soul-wrecking, and that was when I knew that Claire Bryant was about to become my weak side.
“Make sure you look over at him when I step away, because he will be staring over here. Two can play that game, baby. And he doesn’t get to make the rules when it comes to you.”
“You think she’s going to go back to you when I’m through with her?” My stomach dipped at the thought of Theo touching me. Remember, this isn’t real, Claire. “She won’t even remember your name after I touch her.”
“I’ve gotta say…if you were mine, I’d make you come every single second of every single day, because I’ve never witnessed anything as beautiful as this.”
The goal was achieved. The game was over. But I wanted to play again. And again.
“For you to be our fake girlfriend, too.” My jaw fell open, and I looked over at Theo. He threw his hands up before showing off his gleaming-white teeth. “I told them you were mine.”
“I’m not your fake girlfriend, Theo.” “So, you’re my real girlfriend?” “I could slap you,” I mumbled.
“I’m comfortable with you right where you are, Bryant. Stay.”
“Claire, since the first time I kissed you, I’ve had a really hard time thinking of anything but your mouth.”
“If you give me a piece of your heart, I’ll keep it safe.”
“You”—I stepped over to her and pulled her in close with my hands on her lithe waist—“are my weak side, Bryant. Do you hear me?” She swallowed shyly and stared up at me. “I don’t know what that means.” I smirked as I reached over and turned the water off. “It means you’re mine.”
It was something I never thought I’d admit aloud, but here I was, bending for a girl who was never supposed to be mine.
Being selfless didn’t mean you couldn’t be selfish too. It didn’t mean you were self-obsessed or inconsiderate. It just meant that you valued yourself, and I hated to admit that it took a big, hunky jock to prove it to me. I wanted to see the value in myself that he seemed to see.
“It’s important, but I’m beginning to realize it may not be the most important thing anymore.” Because after all, what was a future without her in it?
“Theo!” I couldn’t control my laughter. “I can walk. Again, for the hundredth time.” “I know you can.” He held on tighter. “I just like holding you.”
“No, I’m not gonna stop,” he urged. “You don’t have to be mine, but I’m yours, and you’re just gonna have to deal with it. My dreams and goals mean absolutely nothing if you leave this room thinking I wouldn’t give up every last one to show you your worth.”
“Tell me you’re mine, Bryant. Tell me you trust me, and tell me that you can feel how much I love you just from the way I look at you.” “I’m yours, Theo. I always was.”
“And by the way”—he brushed his lips over mine—“we were always meant to last, Bryant.”
