The Third Best Thing (Fulton U, #3)

by Maya Hughes

In my room, I lay in bed staring up at the ceiling and thinking of only one thing. Jules. She’d worn a skirt. I wanted another taste of her. I wanted those soft and supple legs wrapped around my waist. How running my hands along her skin made my heart race like I was going for the world record in the hundred-yard dash. How she looked at me and saw so much of me I never let anyone else see. How with my arms wrapped around her, I felt safe, and the closest I’d ever come to having a home. She was the most beautiful thing in the world to me and it scared me more than losing the next game or not making the draft. Because I’d never had anything as beautiful as her in my life. And that made it so much harder. It would end; it always did. She’d see something in me that showed her I was a fucked-up kid who didn’t know how to do this adult thing, and she’d find a guy who did and said all the right things all the time and could give her exactly what she needed.