The Third Best Thing (Fulton U, #3)

by Maya Hughes

I didn’t get a chance to respond. Not that I wanted one. He was sweaty. He smelled like intensity and determination all rolled up into one, and I wanted to climb him like a tree. The whole stadium could’ve collapsed around us and I wouldn’t have wanted to stop. His lips were enough of a balm to heal anything. This was unlike any kiss I’d experienced before. It was all-consuming, heated and hungry. Like he was hungry for me and couldn’t get enough of me, not like he was going through the motions or giving me a perfunctory peck to pave the way to the main event. He was kissing me like this was the main event and I was the center of his world. Another kiss accompanied by a full body flush and tingling toes. My head swam and I clenched his jersey even tighter in my fists, pulling him even closer, if that were possible. A sharp and throaty cough broke through our protective bubble. Followed up by another. We broke apart, panting, staring at each other shell shocked, and turned our heads toward the end of the hallway at the same time. “Coach is ready to rip us all a new asshole. You won’t want to miss it.” Keyton stood at the end of the hallway. “Coming.” Berk picked up the box of cupcakes and put it in my hands. “Take these, I’ll want to have some after Coach is finished with Ass Reaming 2020. Wait out here and I’ll be back as soon as I can. Can you wait? Maybe twenty minutes?” “Of course.” His smile could’ve lit up the stadium for the rest of the season. With one more quick pe...