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He nodded toward the hallway, and a grin split my face as I jogged out, ready to wrap Giana in a sweaty hug whether she wanted one or not. I hadn’t seen her outside of us both working at the stadium since last week, me caught up in practice, and her with the upcoming auction.
This is when I knew Clay was in love with Giana 😭💜
wanted her. I wanted her so badly my chest had a gaping hole in it whenever I wasn’t with her.
I’d grind myself down to sand and let her leave me behind in the end if it meant I got to soak up everything that she was right now.
Swoooon 😭💜
“I couldn’t eat,” he started, knee still bouncing. “Couldn’t train, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t do anything other than make myself sick thinking about him touching you.”
“I want you,” he repeated on a raspy breath. “And I don’t want to pretend anymore.”
“This isn’t fake,” he swore against my skin, kissing and nipping it along the way. “Nothing between us has ever been fake.”
“You read my books,” I breathed, a question and a disbelief all at once. “Fuck yeah, I did.” “Why?” Clay swallowed, brushing his knuckles along the side of my cheek. “I told myself it was to help you get Shawn,” he said. “But in truth, it was to help me please you.”
“You want me to be the only one,” he corrected me, and fuck if I didn’t gasp out a weak yes in affirmation.
