Don't Let Me Go (Don't Let Me Go #2)

by Kelsie Rae

“You could, but you won’t. I’m picking you up.” He gives me a look daring me to argue, but I keep my lips pulled tight as the rest of the team shuffles into the locker room down the hall. The game must be over. Taking the ice pack from the bench, Theo mutters, “Good girl.” Then, he stands up and walks away.

Instead, he’s replaced with the boy I fell in love with. The boy who bought me a two-liter of Crush. The boy who would tug on my messy ponytail. The boy who let me steal cinnamon bears from his bedroom and would let me watch movies with him. The boy who won me over so many times, I’ve lost count while hating how much I’d look forward to every single moment he’d grace me with.

Theo: One cinnamon treat at a time ‘cause my girl likes to keep things spicy. ;)

Hes actually such a cutie

“Love you,” she whispers. “Love you too, Sunshine.”

My man.

“You really think I’d let you go forever, Baby Thorne?” Stupid heart. And his stupid proximity.

“Says the guy who was grabbing my ass.” “Language,” he scolds, not even bothering to hide his cocky smirk as he tilts his head toward the game in front of us. “We should play.” The game has two basketball hoops set up side by side and is surrounded by nets. “You looking for another rematch?” I ask. He grins and puts two coins into the machine. “Nah. I already got what I wanted.”

She sucks her lips into her mouth but stays quiet, her bright green gaze hitting me like a sucker punch to the gut. The vulnerability. The sadness. “I want it to be our future. You and me.” A spark of hope ignites, but I can tell she’s fighting it. Fighting the idea of us being together long-term. Not because she doesn’t want it. But because she’s scared. Scared of letting me in. Scared of falling for me the same way I’ve already fallen for her. Especially when our future is so precarious, so unknown. I guess I don’t blame her. It’s why I haven’t signed any contracts. Why I haven’t asked if she’d be willing to move across the country for me. Why I haven’t asked if she’d even want to. The answer? It could break us. “You want it to be our future?” she whispers. “Yeah, Blake. I really do.”

“You’re always the exception, Blake. Always.”

Pulling me against him again, he sandwiches my arms between us but doesn’t bother to argue as he continues

swaying us back and forth to the music. “It made you smile,” he murmurs. With my head against his shoulder, I close my eyes. “And that was the goal?” “Yeah, Blake. That was the goal.”

“Two minutes, Baby Thorne. You take

any longer, and I might have to spank you.”

Do it